While summer-suns o'er the gay prospect played, Through Surrey's verdant scenes, where Epsom spreads Mid intermingling elms her flowery meads, And Hascombe's hill, in towering groves arrayed, Reared its romantic steep, with mind serene, I journeyed blithe. Full pensive I returned; For now my breast with hopeless passion burned, Wet with hoar mists appeared the gaudy scene, Which late in careless indolence I passed; And autumn all around those hues had cast Where past delight my recent grief might trace. Sad change, that Nature a congenial gloom Should wear, when most, my cheerless mood to chase, I wished her green attire, and wonted bloom! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: ADDRESSED TO HAYDON (1) by JOHN KEATS THE FEMALE CONVICT by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON A PAUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE PASSOVER IN THE HOLY FAMILY (FOR A DRAWING) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 56 by EDWARD TAYLOR |