Give me an ebbing sunset of the fall With chilly flare of cosmos-colored light, A white-winged moon in frozen, downward flight, Ethereal, naked trees where no birds call, Leave me to watch my infinite, gaunt river, Its solemn width, its willow-purpled coil, Its floor of hammered brass and azure oil, Its silence where far strands of wild geese quiver, And I'll not miss the hopeful, passionate spring, Spring that knows naught of thought or masterful will Or conquered grief or peace when cold winds chill, But sings and struts with sunlight-dabbled wing And is too sweet where men yet hate and kill. Autumn as autumn comes in my dim-lustered land; Of that be my dreaming, under the fennel-crusted sand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPECIAL EFFECTS by JAMES GALVIN TO MAY HOWARD JACKSON - SCULPTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STREET CRIES: 6. TO RICHARD WAGNER by SIDNEY LANIER THE JOY OF THE HILLS by EDWIN MARKHAM OCTAVES: 2 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |