When, in the gold October dusk, I saw you near to setting, Arcturus, bringer of spring, Lord of the summer nights, leaving us now in autumn, Having no pity on our withering; Oh then I knew at last that my own autumn was upon me, I felt it in my blood, Restless as dwindling streams that still remember The music of their flood. There in the thickening dark a wind-bent tree above me Loosed its last leaves in flight -- I saw you sink and vanish, pitiless Arcturus, You will not stay to share our lengthening night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR LORD AND OUR LADY by HILAIRE BELLOC THE FLAME LIGHTS UP by DAVID IGNATOW TAPS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CLAY BISON IN A CAVE by CLARENCE MAJOR TRANSFORMATION by CARL SANDBURG GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: ST. CLOUD, MINNESOTA by KAREN SWENSON |