The yellowed leaves are quiet, dusk is here, On wings that make no sound a bird goes by; The day is drowsy and its end is near, One brilliant star illumes the ebon sky. The dying sun has set the west on fire, A barking dog somewhere protests in vain, A lonely cricket tunes his failing lyre, The autumn twilight wakes an ancient pain. A homesickness descends like choking mist, A loneliness I never felt before -- A hunger of the heart, of lips unkissed -- Shipwrecked upon October's tawny shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REAR-PORCHES OF AN APARTMENT-BUILDING by MAXWELL BODENHEIM FREEDOM AND LOVE by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE QUESTION by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON SONNET: 27 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL AT GIBRALTAR by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY THE WARM CRADLE by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 35. BALACLAVA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |