No longer have I fear of falling leaves Nor pity for a shivering leaf alone; I can rejoice as if the seed new-sown Were pushing through. And yet, the whole world grieves. No heartbreak now to watch the sodden sheaves And no regret that summer birds have flown, For in this nest one little bird, my own, Has banished dread of slowly dripping eaves. Autumn but a season As lovely as the rest! Miracles grow commonplace Since you found my breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROARING FROST by ALICE MEYNELL THIRTY EIGHT. ADDRESSED TO MRS. H -- Y. by CHARLOTTE SMITH THE FARMER'S SOLILOQUY by ROBERT CHARLES O'HARA BENJAMIN THE WEAVER by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: DEEDS MIGHT HAVE BEEN by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 10 by THOMAS CAMPION |