Now that the birds are gone That sang the summer through, And now that, one by one, The leaves are going too, Is all their beauty but a show To fade forever when they go? Nay, what is heard and seen, In time must pass away; But beauty, born within, The blossom of a day, Unto its hiding place again Returns forever to remain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMPANIONS; A TALE OF A GRANDFATHER by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY A TOWN WINDOW by JOHN DRINKWATER EASTER WINGS by GEORGE HERBERT TO MR. WILLIAM BASSE UPON THE NOW PUBLISHING OF HIS POEMS by RALPH BATHURST LINES WRITTEN ON A TUMBLER by ROBERT BURNS |