All gold! Down the hillside peep clumped daisies golden. Thro' the shimmering sunlight by the warm valley holden, Flaunting feathered gold fleece by the wood curves enfolden Toss across the young pines, foam to spoke, hub and felloe At the road's ragged rim with the Autumn's first yellow. The yellow haze fades to the hillside's faint gloaming, The peace of the evening, the halting bells homing; With the east lifting low and the harvest moon spilling Over fenced field and fold. Swinging white floods outfilling Crest-high, valley wide, lip the forest brim, embossing The wood-balm's hushed healing, the wood-road's tired tossing; Filter faint thro' the tree-trunks, past the hemlock's black blotches, Splashing white against birches spurting wide silvered splotches. And moonset and shadow. In the purple dawn-watches From the farmyard's close corner, the fence-row's gnarled notches, Comes the plaintive first call from chilled fleece and feather, With frost on the immortelles; or ewe-lamb or wether Wakes the echoes, while on tiptoes, chanticleer in high feather Sends a cheer down the year to just weather—God's weather. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FREEDOM by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE JEW TO JESUS by FLORENCE KIPER FRANK THE LONG WHITE SEAM by JEAN INGELOW THE BIGLOW PAPERS. 2D SERIES. THE COURTIN' by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SONNET TO THE MOON by HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS THE FAKENHAM GHOST by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD |