Heart of autumn! Weather meet, Like to sherbert Cool and sweet. Stock-still I stand, And him I see Prying, peeping From Beech-tree; Crickling, crackling Gleefully! But, affrighted By wee sound, Presto! vanish -- Whither bound? So did Baby, Crowing mirth E'en as startled By some inkling Touching Earth, Flit (and whither?) From our hearth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD STOIC by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE BELL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ENVOY, TO 'MORE SONGS FROM VAGABONDIA' by RICHARD HOVEY THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 23 by OMAR KHAYYAM BALLAD OF THE GOODLY FERE by EZRA POUND ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: FOURTH SONG by PHILIP SIDNEY |