God never made a fairer thing! For Autumn's goldsmith art Has turned the leaves to glistening sheen -- Forgotten is the living green, That clothed them in the Spring. Light filagree, in palest gold, Dark bronze where shadows fall, On bole and bough, the Chinese red Of lacquer, deftly, faintly, spread, With deep jade tints of mold. No artist but the Master could With lingering touch and sure, Transform the tender prince of Spring, Into this gorgeous, glittering king Of Autumn, in the wood. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHOIR INVISIBLE by MARY ANN EVANS LOVE'S CHANGE by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH THE SISTER'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE LONE BUTTE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG PSALM 85 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |