No words could sing your beauty which belongs Outlined against the sky majestically. Within your forest glades a thousand songs Wing answering again in ecstasy, -- When spring returns in all its burgeonings; Full throated summer follows on the air, With deeper, sadder notes that autumn brings, And winter symphonies of trees stripped bare. For now discerning eyes must love you best Who sing, when ice has covered all your trees, Deep, minor music blending with the rest; Spring, summer, autumn's thrilling melodies Of music gather volume in the dawn, When winter reigns with cold, bleak curtains drawn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 10 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY WREATHE THE BOWL by THOMAS MOORE THE THROSTLE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE VAGABONDS by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE THE CLOUDS: SONG [OR CHORUS] OF THE CLOUDS by ARISTOPHANES THE LEAF by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 69. AL-MAKUTADIR by EDWIN ARNOLD |