AUTUMN closes Round the roses, Shatters, strips them, head by head; Winter passes O'er the grasses, Turns them yellow, brown and red; Can a lover E'er recover When his summer love is dead? Yet the swallow Turns to follow In the northward wake of spring, To refashion Wasted passion With a sweep of his dark wing, As returning Love flies burning To these stricken lips that sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEMOS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ON THE THREE PHILOSOPHICAL POETS by GEORGE SANTAYANA MEMORY OF APRIL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE AUTHOR TO HER BOOK by ANNE BRADSTREET THE ROCK OF CASHEL by AUBREY DE VERE |