I brought my gifts to the altar— Rich fruits from my Autumn store Knelt long in the candled glory The mysteries of Christ to adore. And then, on a golden Autumn hill Where frost its magic had just begun, I saw a naked pagan lad Reach upward toward the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PALM TREE by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE by JOHN KEATS A SKETCH by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI BARS FIGHT, AUGUST 28, 1746 by LUCY TERRY AGAMEMNON: CHORUS by AESCHYLUS TO A LADY, WITH SOME PAINTED FLOWERS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |