In autumn when the woods are red And skies are gray and clear, The sportsmen seek the wild fowls' bed Or follow down the deer; And Cupid hunts by haugh and head, By riverside and mere. I walk, not seeing where I tread And keep my heart with fear. Sir, have an eye, on where you tread And keep your heart with fear, For something lingers here; A touch of April not yet dead, In Autumn when the woods are red And skies are gray and clear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON PARTING by GEORGE GORDON BYRON EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: BOMBER IN LONDON by RUDYARD KIPLING THE LADDER OF SAINT AUGUSTINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW DECEMBER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LOST HAPPINESS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 86. AL-JAMI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD HAPPINESS THROUGH THE YEAR by J. MARGARET CRUTE ASHCRAFT LATIMER AND RIDLEY, BURNED AT THE STAKE IN OXFORD, 1555 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |