And is this August weather? nay not so With the long rain the cornfield waxeth dark. How the cold rain comes pouring down & hark To the chill wind whose measured pace & slow Seems still to linger being loth to go. I cannot stand beside the sea and mark Its grandeur; it's too wet for that: no lark In this drear season cares to sing or show. And since its name is August all men find Fire not allowable; Winter foregone Had more of sunlight & of glad warmth more I shall be fain to run upon the shore And mark the rain. Hath the sun ever shone Cheer up there can be nothing worse to mind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SANDHILL PEOPLE by CARL SANDBURG SUFFERED UNDER PONTIUS PILATE, WAS CRUCIFIED, DEAD, AND BURIED by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: AUTUMN by THOMAS NASHE AGAMEMNON: THE BEACONS by AESCHYLUS THE SONG OF THE SOWER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |