O SPIRIT! at whose wafts of chilling breath Autumn unbinds her zone, to rest in death; Touched by whose blight the light of cordial days Is lost in sombre browns and sullen grays; Thou seemest of all sad things a mournful part: Yet now we greet thee with exultant heart. Not as a thief, at night-time bearing doom, But a brave messenger of grace and bloom; Thy flickering robe and footsteps soft we mark Down the dim borders of the tremulous Dark; And though before thee flowers and foliage wane, Thou layest a magic hand on human pain. Red Fever, soothed by thy cool finger-tips, Ebbs from hot cheek and wildly-muttering lips; Delirious dreams and frenzied fancies fade Into fine landscapes of enchanted shade, With low of kine and lapse of lyric rills Through the cleft channel of Arcadian hills; Till the worn patient feels his languid eyes Flushed with what seems an earthly Paradise, And life's old blissful tide, with lustier strain, Revels in music through each ransomed vein. Therefore, O monarch of all cold device, Wrought in strange temples of Siberian ice! Lord of fair realms and watery worlds grotesque! Majestic afreet of weird Arabesque! We hail thee sovereign in these fevered lands. No more with alien hearts and folded hands, But as an angel from the fadeless palms, And the great River of God's central calms, Whose silent charm must work benign release, Whose touch is healing, and whose breath is -- peace! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANOTHER DARK LADY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SHIRK OR WORK? by GRACE BORDELON AGATE ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 4. AFFECTED INDIFFERENCE by MARK AKENSIDE DEATH AT DAYBREAK by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH SONG, BY -- by JAMES HAY BEATTIE SONG by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE SEA-POPPY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES TO RALPH LEYCESTER, ESQ. ON HIS SENDING THE AUTHOR A HARE by JOHN BYROM |