SPRING'S over, over. The gold meadows tarnish, The gold dims, heavy-leaved hedges darken, The primal light diminishes. I look, look back, and hearken Now but to faint and ever fainter echoes. Summer lays siege, and Spring's brief fire finishes. Never was such a glory as this Spring glory, Never a cloudy navy of such brightness Moving all day to nights serener. But I, who shared that lightness, Feel already the season's weight more sombre, Already the leaves falling, and the brave boughs grown leaner. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CORONAL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS BRIDAL SONG by GEORGE CHAPMAN (1559-1634) THE NATIONAL PAINTINGS: COL. TRUMBULL'S 'THE DECLARATION...' by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK THE BABY, FR. AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND by GEORGE MACDONALD THE TEARES OF THE MUSES by EDMUND SPENSER ON FILE by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS |