Now that the birds are gone That sang the summer through, And now that, one by one, The leaves are going too, Is all their beauty but a show To fade forever when they go? Nay, what is heard and seen, In time must pass away; But beauty, born within, The blossom of a day, Unto its hiding place again Returns forever to remain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF THE OYSTERMAN by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 1. HIS EXCUSE FOR LOVING by BEN JONSON TO - (4) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE FROGS: THE FROGS' SONG by ARISTOPHANES A PICTURE AT NEWSTEAD by MATTHEW ARNOLD |