I KNEW that he was dying; for the leaves Late-fallen, shivered on the frosty ground, Disconsolate, with the foreboding sound That Autumn whispers to the heart that grieves. The sunshine, slanting upward, smote the sheaves O'ershadowing the hill-tops ranged around, And where the swallow's empty nest was found, Spattered, as if with blood, the sheltering eaves. Twin fires together faded: and but one Rewakened o'er a world henceforth to me In everlasting twilight. To the Past The Present pays its tribute, whereupon Each moment coins the selfsame effigy, -- The more than all by wealth unwidowed cast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MANHATTAN, 1609 by EDWIN MARKHAM NEW-MADE HONOUR (IMITATED FROM MARTIAL) by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE SCRIBE by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE BRAES OF YARROW by JOHN LOGAN (1748-1788) THE SUPPLIANTS: THE WORLD'S HARMONIOUS PLAN by AESCHYLUS |