ONCE again, o'er all the land, Autumn's golden rain is sweeping; Wearied by the summer's heat, Many heads seek rest in sleeping. For the last time dying flowers Fragrance breathe from blossoms pouring; Where the rustling grain once waved, Smoke from shepherds' fires is soaring. Softly, with no joyous notes, Birds of passage southward winging, With light stroke of pinions now Kiss their nests, -- a farewell flinging. Ah, the hour when Nature draws Her last breath, to ice congealing, Never can the eye discern, -- To the soul 't is known by feeling. Thus shall we all also fare: When has passed the summer's singing, And the joys of life have fled, Cometh Death to all rest bringing. In the tempest and in want, Or the sunshine and joy knowing, Softly under hand of God Our souls will pass, to silence going. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: THE LAMENT OF EDWARD BLASTOCK; FOR RICHARD ROWLEY by EDITH SITWELL A WOMAN'S LAST WORD by ROBERT BROWNING ONCE BEFORE by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE KIT CARSON'S RIDE by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ECHOES OF SPRING: 6 by MATHILDE BLIND SIR W. TRELOAR'S DINNER FOR CRIPPLED CHILDREN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |