SO LITTLE wind would ruin all this gold: One lightest breath out of the autumn sky, And not a single slender stem would hold. ... And we should learn how flaming things must die. Let me look long upon this, while I may, The delicate leaf, the thin and shining stem, In this, their hour of glory, their brief day Of golden airs that hover over them. And let the end come, if it must, by night, When I have gone, and shall not come again. ... Thinking how one tree, in that golden light, Flames on and on, a still flame, now, as then, Golden forever, now ... it might be so, This once ... this once ... for all I stayed to know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRELUDE; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL ON THE SLAIN AT CHICKAMAUGA by HERMAN MELVILLE ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS: PART 2: 25. THE VIRGIN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WELCOME GUEST by JEAN D. ARMSTRONG MADMAN I HAVE BEEN CALLED by WILLIAM BLAKE THE DESERT WIND by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT IN THE DARK by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7. BASIA by THOMAS CAMPION THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE SECOND NUN'S TALE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |