The blasts of Autumn as they scatter round The faded foliage of another year, And muttering many a sad and solemn sound, Drive the pale fragments o'er the stubble sere, Are well attuned to my dejected mood; (Ah! better far than airs that breathe of Spring!) While the high rooks, that hoarsely clamouring Seek in black phalanx the half-leafless wood, I rather hear, than that enraptured lay Harmonious, and of Love and Pleasure born, Which from the golden furze, or flowering thorn Awakes the Shepherd in the ides of May; Nature delights me most when most she mourns, For never more to me the Spring of Hope returns! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITANY OF THE DARK PEOPLE by COUNTEE CULLEN SICILIAN EMIGRANT'S SONG by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS FRA LIPPO LIPPI by ROBERT BROWNING UPON A WASP CHILLED WITH COLD by EDWARD TAYLOR A PORTRAIT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |