FLATTERED with promise of escape From every hurtful blast, Spring takes, O sprightly May! thy shape, Her loveliest and her last. Less fair is summer riding high In fierce solstitial power, Less fair than when a lenient sky Brings on her parting hour. When earth repays with golden sheaves The labours of the plough, And ripening fruits and forest leaves All brighten on the bough; What pensive beauty autumn shows, Before she hears the sound Of winter rushing in, to close The emblematic round! Such be our Spring, our Summer such; So may our Autumn blend With hoary Winter, and Life touch, Through heaven-born hope, her end! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LATE SINGER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS COMRADE JESUS by SARAH NORCLIFFE CLEGHORN THE SMACK IN SCHOOL by WILLIAM PITT PALMER HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 7. 'SIENA MI FE' by EZRA POUND HENRY HUDSON'S QUEST [1609] by BURTON EGBERT STEVENSON |