HERE Autumn, like a flying bird That through the quivering foliage trills, Comes swiftly in the night, and stays A moment in these grassy ways, Among the hills. And with the day's awakened sun, O'er every gold and purple mile, A finer radiance shows where she Folded her bright wings graciously, To rest awhile. Here all the earth is crystal clear, And all its people wise and free, Here where the orchards, each on each, Run down the valley, till they reach A crystal sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE WHILE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI INSCRIPTIONS: 3 by MARK AKENSIDE IN THE FOREST by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE PILGRIM FATHERS by LEONARD BACON (1802-1881) TO A BIRD IN THE CITY by MATTHIAS BARR TO JOANNA, ON SENDING ME THE LEAF OF A FLOWER ... WORDSWORTH'S GARDEN by BERNARD BARTON |