A touch of cold in the Autumn night -- I walked abroad, And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge Like a red-faced farmer. I did not stop to speak, but nodded, And round about were the wistful stars With white faces like town children. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEETING AT NIGHT by ROBERT BROWNING SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 11. IN THE RESTAURANT by THOMAS HARDY SONNET TO A NEGRO IN HARLEM by HELENE JOHNSON THE PESSIMIST by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN KING DOCTOR FELL by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS FARRAGUT by WILLIAM TUCKEY MEREDITH ANTIQUE JEWELER by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER |