Since harvest passed from out this lonely gate, Which strains and clatters now in winter's flaw - With all the merry groups that stirred or sate Among the red wheat, stemmed with amber straw, How changed is all the scene! changed by the law Of death - and I a weary term must wait, Till once again the seasons reinstate The glory and the beauty which I saw! 'Twas here I watched the mighty landscape stretched To the far hills, through green and azure grades; 'Twas here I studied all its lights and shades; And from this field, one golden morn, I fetched Some hues for those small tablets, where I paint My sweetest thoughts, ere they wax cold and faint. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAVES OF BREFFNY by EVA GORE-BOOTH THOSE WHO LOVE by SARA TEASDALE TO ADOLPHE GAIFFE by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE MORNING STAR by HARRIET R. BEAN ASPIRATIONS: 4 by MATHILDE BLIND |