THROUGH all the dolorous year mine eyes have sought The ever-living loveliness that cleaves Even to dim grey skies and rain-bent sheaves; Still is my garden with such beauty fraught, And bright azaleas flash me back my thought; Their sunny flowers are fallen, but the leaves Flame gold and scarlet, and my heart receives Delight more full than spring or summer brought. And I can twine a rich October crown With branchlets of the golden-tressed birch, Green cedar plumes, and beech-leaves ruddy brown, And woodbine gems, of pure translucent red; Even some lonely flowers may cheer my search, Sweet as new joys that spring when hope is dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITH A COPY OF HERRICK by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE WHEN THE COWS COME HOME by AGNES E. MITCHELL A FAREWELL TO LONDON IN THE YEAR 1715 by ALEXANDER POPE GETTYSBURG [JULY 1-3, 1863] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE HOME THOUGHTS FROM EUROPE by HENRY VAN DYKE THE LAUNCH OF A FIRST-RATE; WRITTEN ON WITNESSING THE SPECTACLE, 1840 by THOMAS CAMPBELL |