Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain, With banners, by great gales incessant fanned, Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand, And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain! Thou standest, like imperial Charlemagne, Upon thy bridge of gold; thy royal hand Outstretched with benedictions o'er the land, Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain! Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended So long beneath the heaven's o'erhanging eaves; Thy steps are by the farmer's prayers attended; Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves; And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid, Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO LADY ANNE HAMILTON by WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER THE GYPSY by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS LANDSCAPE; TWILIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FATHERHOOD by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN RAIN POOL by BEATRICE MARY BILLING |