SAD Autumn, drop thy weedy crown forlorn, Put off thy cloak of cloud, thy scarf of mist, And dress in gauzy gold and amethyst A day benign, of sunniest influence born, As may befit a Poet's marriage morn! Give buds another dream, another tryst To loving hearts, and print on lips unkissed Betrothal-kisses, laughing Spring to scorn! Yet, if unfriendly thou, with sullen skies, Bleak rains, or moaning winds, dost menace wrong, Here art thou foiled: a bridal sun shall rise And bridal emblems unto these belong. Round her the sunshine of her beauty lies, And breathes round him the spring-time of his song! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMERICA TO GREAT BRITAIN by WASHINGTON ALLSTON SUMTER by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL THE BOBOLINKS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 9 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN SONNET OF LIFE by ERNEST BENSHIMOL |