BENEATH October's paling sun how fair The wild-wood flowers in harvest beauty wait! The brier-rose berries hang in coral state; The goldenrods their soft gray plumelets wear; Clusters of down the meek immortelles bear; The asters, bright with purple bloom so late, To feathery stars have turned at touch of fate; And all are winged and waiting for the air. Immortal Beauty! gold and purple still Glow in each seed the south wind wafts away, That glade and bank and lonely nook and hill Through summer suns may shine in rich array: Not June's red rose the heart with joy can thrill Like these winged florets, this October day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ODE IN TIME OF HESITATION by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY SABBATH MORNING by L. DALE AHERN TO A GARDEN -- ON LEAVING IT by WILLIAM BARNES HERITAGE by THERESA VIRGINIA BEARD BIFTEK AUX CHAMPIGNONS by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS OF SUCH AS THESE by MARION L. BERTRAND THE RING AND THE BOOK: BOOK 5. COUNT GUIDO FRANCESCHINI by ROBERT BROWNING |