Spring is the morning of the year, And summer is the noontide bright; The autumn is the evening clear, That comes before the winter's night. And in the evening, everywhere Along the roadside, up and down, I see the golden torches flare Like lighted street-lamps in the town. I think the butterfly and bee, From distant meadows coming back, Are quite contented when they see These lamps along the homeward track. But those who stay too late get lost; For when the darkness falls about, Down every lighted street the Frost Will go and put the torches out! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SWALLOW FLIGHT by SARA TEASDALE THE WILLING MISTRESS by APHRA BEHN PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS THE FORERUNNERS by GEORGE HERBERT SERENADE by JEAN FRANCOIS VICTOR AICARD ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 14. THE COMPLAINT by MARK AKENSIDE DIRGE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |