Not from successful love alone, Nor wealth, nor honor'd middle age, nor victories of politics or war; But as life wanes, and all the turbulent passions calm, As gorgeous, vapory, silent hues cover the evening sky, As softness, fulness, rest, suffuse the frame, like fresher, balmier air, As the days take on a mellower light, and the apple at last hangs really finish'd and indolent-ripe on the tree, Then for the teeming quietest, happiest days of all! The brooding and blissful halcyon days! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE EVENING STAR by WILLIAM BLAKE DEJECTION: AN ODE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE COLORED BAND by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 2. IN CHURCH by THOMAS HARDY UNCLE OUT O' DEBT AN' OUT O' DANGER by WILLIAM BARNES AUTUMN WEATHER by KATHARINE LEE BATES SNOW OR SNOWDROPS? by MATHILDE BLIND |