WHEN autumn comes, my orchard trees alone, Shall bear no fruit to deck the reddening year -- When apple gatherers climb the branches sere Only on mine no harvest shall be grown. For when the pearly blossom first was blown, I filled my hands with delicate buds and dear, I dipped them in thine icy waters clear, O well of Art! and turned them all to stone. Therefore, when winter comes, I shall not eat Of mellow apples such as others prize: I shall go hungry in a magic spring! -- All round my head and bright before mine eyes The barren, strange, eternal blossoms meet, While I, not less an-hungered, gaze and sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POPLAR by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE OLD SEXTON by PARK BENJAMIN THE PARTING OF THE WAYS by JOSEPH BENSON GILDER THE CROPPY BOY: (A BALLAD OF '98) by WILLIAM B. MCBURNEY THE POET'S SONG FOR HIS WIFE by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER LA VILLE DU DETROIT by LEVI BISHOP THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 34. REMINDING HER OF A PROMISE (1) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |