SIR GOLDENROD stands by and grieves Where Queen September goeth by: Her viewless feet disturb the leaves, And with her south the thrushes fly, Or loiter 'mid the rustling sheaves, And search and fail, and wonder why. The burgher cat-tails stiffly bow Beside the marsh. The asters cast Their purple coronets, and below The brown ferns shiver in the blast, And all the fretted pool aglow Repeats the cold, clear, yellow sky. The dear, loved summer days are past, And tranquil goes the Queen to die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD MAN by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER THE LISTENERS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE EPIGRAM: A BURNT SHIP by JOHN DONNE THE HAUNTED OAK by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: THE FOUR WINDS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A VISION UPON [THIS CONCEIT] OF THE FAERIE QUEENE (1) by WALTER RALEIGH |