The autumn woods in late October vie In warmth and glowing colors with the rare And costly art at Nature's Annual Fair, As if to charm each vagrant passer-by; The Master Hand had lavished all His dye -- Bright crimson, ochre, scarlet without care, Then toned them down with haze of balmy air To harmonize with gold-tinged sunset sky. Some love the flowers that fair Spring adorn, With joyful youth and promise holding sway, And others yet the Summer's garish might, But I, the fruits from Autumn's well-filled horn -- Life consummated by a rich array Of color softened by warm sunset light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SWALLOW FLIGHT by SARA TEASDALE WHISPERS OF IMMORTALITY by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE MORNING-GLORY by MARIA WHITE LOWELL CHRIST IN THE UNIVERSE by ALICE MEYNELL OZYMANDIAS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY LEE TO THE REAR [MAY 12, 1864] by JOHN REUBEN THOMPSON HYMN FOR ALL SAINTS DAY IN THE MORNING by HENRY ALFORD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 21. THE WORLD'S MARRIAGE MORN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |