Out of the Infinite Unknown Plan There is born a wonderful Day. -- The earth is clad in a tawn-gold sheen, The leaves are casting aside their green, And the field flowers whispering sway. Sing, Oh Earth, a carol of bloom, While the wind lute wafts its wild perfume, Hush the sounds of sorrow and gloom With the lilt of your magic lay! You are breath of the Orient, fragrant, bland, Beautiful Autumn Day! Into the haze of the mellow dusk You are gliding, Wonderful Day -- To be drenched in a sea of dewy bliss, To be lulled to sleep by the moonbeams' kiss, While you fade into shadows gray. A star hangs low in the eastern sky, There's a cricket's fife and a bird's lone cry, And the restless night winds sob and sigh As you silently steal away. Sleep and dream in your shroud of mist, Beautiful Autumn Day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 8 by THOMAS CAMPION SUPPLICATION by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. THE INDIAN EMPEROR: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN THE TAY BRIDGE DISEASTER by WILLIAM MCGONAGALL LUCASIA, ROSANIA, AND ORINDA PARTING AT A FOUNTAIN by KATHERINE PHILIPS THE NINE LITTLE GOBLINS by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |