WITHIN the deep-blue eyes of Heaven a haze Of saddened passion dims their tender light, For that her fair queen-child, the Summer bright, Lies a wan corse amidst her mouldering bays: The sullen Autumn lifts no voice of praise To herald Winter's cold and cruel might, But winds foreboding fill the desolate night, And die at dawning down wild woodland ways: The sovereign sun at noonday smileth cold, As through a shroud he hath no power to part, While huddled flocks crouch listless round their fold; The mock-bird's dumb, no more with cheerful dart Upsoars the lark through morning's quivering gold, And dumb or dead, methinks, great Nature's heart! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IMPOSSIBLE INDISPENSIBILITY OF THE ARS POETICA by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SMALLISH SON by HAYDEN CARRUTH BUCOLIC COMEDY: FOX TROT by EDITH SITWELL THE WINDHOVER: TO CHRIST OUR LORD by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS MARSYAS by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS THE MORAL FABLES: THE TALE OF THE COCK, AND THE JEWEL by AESOP |