WELCOME, October, let my simple song Soft echoing, steal thy yellow groves along, Where Nature, conscious of her faded charms, Dejected sinks into thy languid arms, And mournful throws her tarnished robes aside— The faded relics of her summer pride. Yet thou hast charms for me; even beauteous Spring, Crown'd with dew'd flowerets, left untouched the string That vibrates softly solemn through my soul, Whose every feeling owns thy calm control. The Summer brook, alive with minnowy fry, And children's plashing feet, with floral dye Of white, pink, purple, blue—all beauteous marg'd, Now brown and chill, the deepening current charg'd With whirling eddying leaves, flows swifter on, And mourns her naked banks with hoarser tone. And ye, whose waning years tell life is brief, When "fallen into the sere and yellow leaf," Whose life's spring-flowers are withered all and dead, Strewn on the winds, or crushed beneath the tread Of careless feet, yet trampled, yield a balm Sweet to the soul, may ye, serenely calm, Smile o'er earth's fallen hopes, and raise your eyes To the mild glories of the loving skies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE UNKNOWN WIND by DOROTHY BURGESS THE WORLD PLAY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON LINES SUGGESTED BY THE FOURTEENTH OF FEBRUARY (1) by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY FROM TOWN by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. OPENING SCENE FOR MACBETH - 1934 by PHILIP JEROME CLEVELAND |