"Adieu the pleasing rural scene, Sequestered shades and meadows green, The field thick spread with sheaves of corn, The walk at early hour of morn. No linnet's salutary song Soft echoes now the sprays among: No nightingale's more plaintive strain Soothes the lone peasant on the plain. The vales their cheerful green resign, And on their stems the flowers decline: No more we wish to pass the hour Where elms and lilacs form a bower. And see the swallows leave their home, To distant, warmer climes they roam; Where zephyrs cool and grateful showers Still wake the fair autumnal flowers." "How fade the glories of the year! They bloom awhile and disappear, And, melancholy truth, fond man! Thy life's a flower, thy day's a span. Parent of all! Tremendous Power! Whom every realm and tongue adore, Whose mandate formed earth's spacious plain, And the immeasurable main; Prostrate before Thy throne we bow, Author of circling seasons Thou! O hasten happier days, and bring One Glorious, One Eternal Spring." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE OF DUST: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS VISION by HAYDEN CARRUTH WHEN THE SPEED COMES by ROBERT FROST DOMESDAY BOOK: JANE FISHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 4. THE MORAL by KAREN SWENSON |