A sky of green and gold, tremulous, delicate, Starred with pale blue, and bright with little voices; wind Lifting the golden outer fringe, autumn has thinned A yellow leaf drops rustling, and another: wait, The leaves begin to whisper, and the voices cease: I hear the silence; but a voice flutters again, A little, fluting voice, soft, piercing, as the rain; I close my eyes, and all my body sways with peace. Delicate, tremulous, seen under eyelids closed, The sky of green and gold sways over me, and seems To fill the languid soul with the desire of dreams; But the sky fades, and only inner eyelids, rosed With filtered sunlight falling, shadow as they pass Not even dreams; until a trailing hand perceives, Sudden, the earth again, in the crisp touch of leaves, And the arresting slender fingers of the grass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SERMON AT CLEVEDON; GOOD FRIDAY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN WAITING FOR THE GRAPES by WILLIAM MAGINN TICHBORNE'S ELEGY, WRITTEN IN THE TOWER BEFORE HIS EXECUTION by CHIDIOCK TICHBORNE IMPRESSION DU MATIN by OSCAR WILDE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 42. AUGMENTED BY FAVOURABLE BLASTS by PHILIP AYRES |