ONE autumn-time I went into the woods When Nature grieves, And wails the drying up of the bright floods Of summer leaves. The rose had drawn the green quilt of the grass Over her head, And, taking off her pretty, rustling dress, Had gone to bed. And, while the wind went ruffling through her bower To do her harm, She lay and slept away the frosty hour, All safe and warm. The little bird that came when May was new, And sang her best, Had gone, -- I put my double hand into Her chilly nest. Then, sitting down beneath a naked tree, I looked about, -- Saying, in these, if there a lesson be, I'll spy it out. And presently the teaching that was meant I thought I saw, -- That I, in trial, should patiently consent To God's great law. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO PROMENADES SENTIMENTALES: 1. RAIN by EDITH SITWELL THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TO COLIN CLOUT by ANTHONY MUNDAY THE SOLITARY WOODSMAN by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS FOR A RETURN by A. A. ANDRIELLO SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 20. 'SONG IS NOT DEAD' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) WHEN KREISLER PLAYS by FRANCES BARTLETT |