OH, glad and free was Love until the fall; Then came a spirit on the frosty air To chill with icy breath the summer's bloom, And Love lies with the blossoms, blighted there. He throve so kindly all the summer-time, -- Not warmer was the rose's crimson heart; Dews fell to bless him, and the soft winds blew, And gentle rains shed tears to ease his smart. Through long June days and burning August noons, The flowers and Love stole sweetness from the sun; Then summer went, -- the days grew brief and cold, The short sweet lives of summer things were done. No butterfly flits through November's gloom, No bird-note quivers on its frosty air, -- Sweet Love had wings, and would have flown away, But Autumn chilled him with the blossoms there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDDLE-AGED; A STUDY IN EMOTION by EZRA POUND THE EARLY MORNING by HILAIRE BELLOC HERMES OF THE WAYS by HILDA DOOLITTLE CHRISMUS IS A-COMIN' by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR LOVE AND AGE by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK THE TALENTED MAN by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED |