SEE how the autumn leaves float by decaying, Down the wild swirls of the rain-swollen stream. So fleet the works of men, back to their earth again; Ancient and holy things fade like a dream. Nay! see the spring-blossoms steal forth a-maying, Clothing with tender hues orchard and glen; So, though old forms pass by, ne'er shall their spirit die, Look! England's bare boughs show green leaf again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LION'S RIDE by FERDINAND FREILIGRATH A DIALOGUE ANTHEM by GEORGE HERBERT A PRAISE OF HIS LADY by JOHN HEYWOOD SOMETIMES by THOMAS SAMUEL JONES JR. THE BLACKBIRD by ALFRED TENNYSON MEMORY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ENDURANCE by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 9. GOING TO THE FAIR by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |