ONE pale November day Flying Summer paused, They say: And growing bolder, O'er rosy shoulder Threw her lover such a glance That Autumn's heart began to dance. (O happy lover!) A leafless peach-tree bold Thought for him she smiled, I'm told; And, stirred by love, His sleeping sap did move, Decking each naked branch with green To show her that her look was seen! (Alas, poor lover!) But Summer, laughing, fled, Nor knew he loved her! 'T is said The peach-tree sighed, And soon he gladly died: And Autumn, weary of the chase Came on at Winter's sober pace (O carless lover!) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST JUDGMENT by JOHN CROWE RANSOM SONNET by ALICE RUTH MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON FATHER O'FLYNN by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES THE WHITE MAN'S BURDEN by RUDYARD KIPLING THE PHANTOM SHIP by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |