The autumn leaves are turning fast, And falling to the ground; The frost hath touched our forest trees 'Til color doth surround; The mountain slopes have changed their dress From green to red and gold; The waters of the lakes reflect A beauty still untold. The roads now wind through forest depths Where beauty doth enfold; The wildwood trails are hid beneath Leaves that have lost their hold; Vast stretches now have felt the breath That marks the summer's close; The sun is moving on beyond Where once it set and rose. The nights are chill with moon above That lights with silver sheen The wooded shores where shadows lurk With shimmering lakes between; The morning sun dispels the mists That hang o'er lake and shore Until, revealed in loveliness, The eye beholds once more. 'Tis only when the soul doth know Jehovah, God above, That beauty speaks unto the heart With voice of tender love. 'Tis only when the heart doth love— Until the soul doth feel The glory of God's handiwork The Spirit doth reveal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPRING by EDITH SITWELL TWO FUNERALS: 1. by LOUIS UNTERMEYER IN THE HOME STRETCH by ROBERT FROST EXHORTATION TO PRAYER by MARGARET MERCER TO MR. GAY, WHO WROTE HIM A CONGRATULATORY LETTER ON FINISHING HOUSE by ALEXANDER POPE WITH MY CIGAR by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY |