Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 69. AUTUMN IDLENESS, by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: This sunlight shames november where he grieves Last Line: Nor know, for longing, that which I should do. Alternate Author Name(s): Rossetti, Gabriel Charles Dante Subject(s): Autumn; Leisure; Seasons; Fall | ||||||||
THIS sunlight shames November where he grieves In dead red leaves, and will not let him shun The day, though bough with bough be over-run. But with a blessing every glade receives High salutation; while from hillock-eaves The deer gaze calling, dappled white and dun, As if, being foresters of old, the sun Had marked them with the shade of forest-leaves. Here dawn to-day unveiled her magic glass; Here noon now gives the thirst and takes the dew; Till eve bring rest when other good things pass. And here the lost hours the lost hours renew While I still lead my shadow o'er the grass, Nor know, for longing, that which I should do. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR AUTUMN by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN AN AUTUMN JOY by GEORGE ARNOLD A LEAF FALLS by MARION LOUISE BLISS THE FARMER'S BOY: AUTUMN by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD A LETTER IN OCTOBER by TED KOOSER AUTUMN EVENING by DAVID LEHMAN EVERYTHING THAT ACTS IS ACTUAL by DENISE LEVERTOV FOUND' (FOR A PICTURE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |
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