ORBS of Autumnal beauty, breathed to light From blooms of May, Rounded between the touch of lengthening night And lessening day, Flushed with the Summer fulness that the Spring (Fair seer!) foretold, The circle of three seasons compassing In spheres of gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OTHER SIDE OF A MIRROR by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE SONNET: 14. ON THE RELIGIOUS MEMORY OF CATHERINE THOMASON by JOHN MILTON MY MOTHER by WILLIAM BELL SCOTT FARM-YARD SONG by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE THE LAMENTATION OF THE OLD PENSIONER (2) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |