AUTUMN, Autumn, give me of your crimson, Give it me for courage, for the year has left me meek; And your crimson banners flying, as the sign of your defying, Shall dare my heart's denying the patience of the weak. Autumn, Autumn, give me of your yellow, Give it unto me for hope -- the hope I could not hold; For where your gold is burning I feel the dream returning, The darling pain of yearning whose passing left me old. Autumn, Autumn, take me to your heart so, The bold heart, the singing heart whose strength shall make me strong; Send my healed life faring in colors of your wearing, Your gold and crimson bearing, against a grief too long. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINCOLN by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE FINDING OF LOVE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES A WINTER TWILIGHT by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE DIFFERENT MINDS by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH SONNET: GHOSTS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A LEGEND OF MINNESOTA by LILLIAN ATCHERSON THE UNIVERSAL MOTHER by SABINE BARING-GOULD |