Take my tidings! Stags contend; Snows descend-- Summer's end! A chill wind raging; The sun low keeping; Swift to set O'er seas high sweeping. Dull red the fern; Shapes are shadows; Wild geese mourn O'er misty meadows. Keen cold limes Each weaker wing. Icy times-- Such I sing! Take my tidings! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADOLF EICHMANN by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SMALLISH SON by HAYDEN CARRUTH TRANSLUCENT FINGERS by MALCOLM COWLEY SYNOPSIS OF A FAILED POEM by JAMES GALVIN THE GARDEN OF ADONIS by EMMA LAZARUS KEATS TO FANNY BRAWNE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |