Come to the park now left for dead and see: The shimmer of far shores whose smile is cool. The startling blue of clouds whose clarity Brightens the motley paths and every pool. Take the deep yellow · and the velvet grey Of birch and box · this wind remembers May · The tardy roses not quite withered drip Fragrance · then pluck and touch each petalled lip · Nor pass these final asters' radiance · The purple caught in tendrils of wild vine And what remains of green life intertwine Lightly above the autumnal countenance · | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROSOPOPOIA, OR MOTHER HUBBERDS TALE by EDMUND SPENSER BY WAY OF EXPLANATION by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN THE GODODDIN: CONAN by ANEIRIN GRISELDA: CHAPTER 4 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT VERSAILLES (1784) by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE REPLY TO SOME VERSES OF J.M.B. PIGOT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON DELIA AND I by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE |