Crocuses and snowdrops wither, Violets primroses together, Fading with the fading spring Before a fuller blossoming. O sweet summer pass not soon, Stay awhile the harvest moon; O sweetest summer do not go, For autumn's next and next the snow. When autumn comes the days are drear, It is the downfall of the year: We heed the wind and falling leaf More than the withered harvest sheaf. Dreary winter come at last, Come quickly, so be quickly past; Dusk and sluggish winter wane Till spring and sunlight dawn again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIDOW; SAPPHICS by ROBERT SOUTHEY A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG NYMPH GOING TO BED by JONATHAN SWIFT THE LOST COLORS by MARY A. BARR THE MARCH BEE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SATAN ABSOLVED; A VICTORIAN MYSTERY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE OLD HOUSE by GRACE DUFFIE BOYLAN |