SHE kindles fires in every tree and bush The thicket flames with gold and crimsonred To keep bleak Winter far ere she is dead. Thus Autumn fades off in a splendid flush. A fainter, paler sun burns in her skies; Her leaves at last drop off by one, by one Like the dull ashes of the fire that's done Then Autumn draws her gray hood close and dies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FEAST OF LIGHTS by EMMA LAZARUS EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE COWARD by RUDYARD KIPLING AMORETTI: 30 by EDMUND SPENSER SONGS OF TRAVEL: 2. YOUTH AND LOVE: 1 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE LEGEND OF ARA-COELI by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |