THE trees in the autumn wind rustle, The night is humid and cold; I ride all alone in the forest, And round me my grey cloak I fold. And as I am riding, before me My thoughts unrestrainedly roam; They lightly and airily bear me To my own dear mistress's home. The dogs are barking, the servants With glittering torches appear; I climb up the winding staircase, My spurs ring loudly and clear. In her bright-lighted tapestry chamber, So full of magical charms, My own sweet darling awaits me, I hasten into her arms. The wind in the leaves is sighing, The oak thus whispers to me: "What means, thou foolish young horseman, "Thy foolish reverie?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TWO SONGS: 2 by CECIL DAY LEWIS CYNTHIADES: TO CYNTHIA ON CONCEALMENT OF HER BEAUTY by FRANCIS KYNASTON JUBILATE AGNO: GARDNER'S TALENT by CHRISTOPHER SMART TWO SONGS FROM THE PERSIAN: 2 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |