If quiet autumn mornings would not come, With golden light, and haze, and harvest wain, And spices of the dead leaves at my feet; If sunsets would not burn through cloud, and stain With fading rosy flush the dusky dome; If the young mother would not croon that sweet Old sleep-song, like the robin's in the rain; If the great cloud-ships would not float and drift Across such blue all the calm afternoon; If night were not so hushed; or if the moon Might pause forever by that pearly rift, Nor fill the garden with its flood again; If the world were not what it still must be, Then might I live forgetting love and thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH: FOR A LADY I KNOW by COUNTEE CULLEN FALSE POETS AND TRUE; TO WORDSWORTH by THOMAS HOOD ENGLAND AND AMERICA IN 1782 by ALFRED TENNYSON FANCIES AT NAVESINK: 7 by WALT WHITMAN CYNTHIA SLEEPING IN A GARDEN; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 2. THE FLOWER ASLEEP by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE DEAD CHILD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |