I remember once a glorious thing Crowned the season in my wandering time. Through the year I went from earliest Spring Hither, thither, weaving prose and rhyme, Like a gleeman of the former age. Sound and colour were my pensioners; Constant on my passionate pilgrimage Love attended me, and friends of hers, Life and Death besides. But one day, late Roaming in the Chilterns, want of will Irked me, and the impotence of Fate- Something lacking in the World, until Bluff November in the coppice near Loud on orient horns an onset wound, While the larks that through the golden year Garlanded the air with dazzling sound, Surged upon the tempest's deafening cry- Crests of foam about the ocean driven, Lightning scribbled on a thund'rous sky, Tongues of flame upon the top of heaven! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RIDDLE: MAN, STOOL, DOG by MOTHER GOOSE ARCADIA: THE BARGAIN by PHILIP SIDNEY THE CITY DEAD-HOUSE by WALT WHITMAN MARCH'S DAUGHTER by MAUDE PHILIPS BOARD DANGEROUS PASSING by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |