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...SONNETS ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER OF CONTEMPORARY WRITERS: 2 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ON THE DEATH OF BENJAMIN FRANKLIN by PHILIP FRENEAU AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 4. THE MARKET-GIRL by THOMAS HARDY THE MAGI by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |