By long leagues of wood and meadow On and on we drive apace; In the dreamy light and shadow Veiling earth's autumnal face. Rosy clouds are drifting o'er us, Rooks rise parleying from their tryst, And the road lies far before us, Fading into amethyst. On and on, through leagues of heather, Deeps of scarlet beaded lane, Like a pheasant's golden feather Golden leaves around us rain. On and on, where woodlands hoary, In October's lavish fire, Flame up with unearthly glory, Beauteous summer's funeral pyre. On and on, where casements blinking Lighten into transient gules, As the dying day in sinking Splashes all the wayside pools. On and on; the land grows dimmer, And our road recedes afar; While on either hand there glimmer Setting sun and rising star. Would I knew what thoughts steal o'er you, As the long road lengthens yet: Ah, like hope it winds before you, And behind me like regret. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON DEATH, WITHOUT EXAGGERATION by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA COLUMBIAN ODE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR DITTY IN IMITATION OF THE SPANISH: ENTRE TANTO QUE L'AVRIL by EDWARD HERBERT ON THE COLLAR OF MRS. DINGLEY'S LAP-DOG by JONATHAN SWIFT CHORUS OF A SONG THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY ALBERT CHEVALIER by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM KATE'S MOTHER by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES ASOLANDO: FLUTE-MUSIC, WITH AN ACCOMPANIMENT by ROBERT BROWNING |