WHEN autumn shadows tint the waving trees, When fading foliage flies upon the breeze; When evening mellows all the glowing scene, And the mild dew descends in drops of balm; When the sweet landscape placid and serene, Inspires the bosom with a pensive calm; Ah! then I love to linger in the vale, And hear the bird of eve's romantic tale; I love the rocky sea-beach to explore, Where the clear wave flows murmuring to the shore; To hear the shepherd's plaintive music sound, While Echo answers from the woods around; To watch the twilight spread a gentle veil Of melting shadows o'er the grassy dale, To view the smile of evening on the sea; Ah! these are pleasures ever dear to me. To wander with the melancholy muse, Where waving trees their pensive shade diffuse. Then by some secret charm the softened mind Soars high in contemplation unconfined, To melancholy and the muse resigned. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALONE (2) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 23 by OMAR KHAYYAM FLAMMONDE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON PASTEL by MARSDON GILFORD ALBRITTON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 1 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) WRITTEN, AT THE REQUEST OF A GENTLEMAN, UNDER A .. PICTURE by RICHARD BARNFIELD |