'TWAS just at gnat and cobweb-time, When yellow begins to show in the leaf, That your old gamut changed its chime From those true tones -- of span so brief! -- That met my beats of joy, of grief, As rhyme meets rhyme. So sank I from my high sublime! We faced but chancewise after that, And never I knew or guessed my crime. . . . Yes; 'twas the date -- or nigh thereat -- Of the yellowing leaf; at moth and gnat And cobweb-time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WOMAN'S SHORTCOMINGS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ECHO by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE WISTFUL DAYS by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 104 by ALFRED TENNYSON EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS PSALM 137 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |