FAIR one, were you but here! The Autumn flames away, And pensive in the antlered shade I stray. The Autumn flames away, his end is near. I linger where deposed and fall'n he lies, Prankt in his last poor tattered braveries, And think what brightness would enhance the Day, Were @3you@1 -- were you but here! Though hushed the woodlands, though sedate the skies, Though dank the leaves and sere, The stored sunlight in your hair and eyes Would vernalise November, and renew the aged year, Fair one! were you but here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG: 4 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS HARRIET BEECHER STOWE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNET ON FAME (2) by JOHN KEATS TO HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW; ON HIS BIRTHDAY, 27 FEB. 1867 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL TO GIOVANNI DA PISTOIA ON THE PAINTING OF THE SISTINE CHAPEL, 1509 by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI I HEAR AMERICA SINGING by WALT WHITMAN |