WHAT is there sadd'ning in the Autumn leaves? Have they that "green and yellow melancholy" That the sweet poet spake of? --Had he seen Our variegated woods, when first the frost Turns into beauty all October's charms-- When the dread fever quits us -- when the storms Of the wild Equinox, with all its wet, Has left the land, as the first deluge left it, With a bright bow of many colors hung Upon the forest tops --he had not sighed. The moon stays longest for the Hunter now: The trees cast down their fruitage, and the blithe And busy squirrel hoards his winter store: While man enjoys the breeze that sweeps along The bright blue sky above him, and that bends Magnificently all the forest's pride, Or whispers through the evergreens, and asks, "What is there sadd'ning in the Autumn leaves?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1914: 2. SAFETY by RUPERT BROOKE EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DEAD STATESMAN by RUDYARD KIPLING SIMON LEGREE: NEGRO SERMON; MEMORIAL TO BOOKER T. WASHINGTON by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE ARROW AND THE SONG by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE COMMON LOT by JAMES MONTGOMERY |