WE had not thought the sky could burn so blue! For Summer hath her storms, and Spring her veils; But now a crystal fire seems burning through Yon vault of wide turquoise no vapour pales. The summer green is changed and manifold: The cherries and the maples flame in rose, The beechwood studs the hill with rusty gold, And yellow bend the trembling poplar-rows. And all the roses that we mourned for dead Burst out in flower and bloom from every stalk; The purple asters burn amid the red, And starry dahlias frame the terrace-walk. Bright apples bow the trees beyond the field, The meadow-saffron springs among the grass; For every branch now bears its ripened yield, For every floweret feels the summer pass; For Venus dances in a frosty sky At twilight o'er the tawny mountain tops; For all things rage and revel ere they die, And know the hour is near when summer stops. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTEMPLATIONS by ANNE BRADSTREET THE DESERTED PLANTATION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR L. OF G.'S PURPORT by WALT WHITMAN CHORUS OF A SONG THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY ALBERT CHEVALIER by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 41 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |