Give me an ebbing sunset of the fall With chilly flare of cosmos-colored light, A white-winged moon in frozen, downward flight, Ethereal, naked trees where no birds call, Leave me to watch my infinite, gaunt river, Its solemn width, its willow-purpled coil, Its floor of hammered brass and azure oil, Its silence where far strands of wild geese quiver, And I'll not miss the hopeful, passionate spring, Spring that knows naught of thought or masterful will Or conquered grief or peace when cold winds chill, But sings and struts with sunlight-dabbled wing And is too sweet where men yet hate and kill. Autumn as autumn comes in my dim-lustered land; Of that be my dreaming, under the fennel-crusted sand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THREE SILENCES IN THAILAND by KAREN SWENSON THE CHOIR INVISIBLE by MARY ANN EVANS THE THREE HERMITS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO MR. MONTGOMERY; OCCASIONED BY ... ATTACK ON HIS POEMS by LUCY AIKEN GROVER CLEVELAND by JOEL BENTON JERUSALEM; THE EMANATION OF THE GIANT ALBION: CHAPTER 2 by WILLIAM BLAKE ON TURNING A STONE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |