THE passionate summer's dead! the sky's aglow With roseate flushes of matured desire, The winds at eve are musical and low, As sweeping chords of a lamenting lyre, Far up among the pillared clouds of fire, Whose pomp of strange procession upward rolls, With gorgeous blazonry of pictured scrolls, To celebrate the summer's past renown; Ah, me! how regally the heavens look down, O'ershadowing beautiful autumnal woods And harvest fields with hoarded increase brown, And deep-toned majesty of golden floods, That raise their solemn dirges to the sky, To swell the purple pomp that floateth by. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SACHEM OF THE CLOUDS (A THANKSGIVING LEGEND) by ROBERT FROST EXCELLENCY OF CHRIST by GILES FLETCHER THE YOUNGER WHERE THE PICNIC WAS by THOMAS HARDY TO MADAME DE SEVIGNE by MATHIEU DE MONTREUIL SYSTEM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A HEART-HAUNTED HOME by JANE BARLOW A PRAIRIE MOTHER'S LULLABY by EARL ALONZO BRININSTOOL DIS ALITER VISUM; OR, LE BYRON DE NOS JOURS by ROBERT BROWNING |