IN springtime of our youth, life's purpling shade, Foliage and fruit, do hang so thickly round, We seem glad tenants of enchanted ground, O'er which for aye dream-whispering winds have played. Then summer comes, her full-blown charm is laid On all the forest aisles; from bound to bound Floats woodland music, and the silvery sound Of fountains babbling to the golden glade. Next, a chill breath, the breath of Autumn's doom Strips the fair sylvan branches, one by one, Till the bare landscape broadens to our view; Behind, black tree boles blot the twilight blue, Before, unfoliaged, bald of light and bloom, Our pathway darkens towards the darkening sun! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDNIGHT ON THE GREAT WESTERN by THOMAS HARDY THE POTATOES' DANCE by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE BURNING BABE by ROBERT SOUTHWELL SONG OF THE OPEN ROAD by WALT WHITMAN THE EAGLE SWIFT by ADAM OF SAINT VICTOR THE STORK by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM TO MARIE by JOHN BENNETT (1865-1956) |