SAD Autumn, drop thy weedy crown forlorn, Put off thy cloak of cloud, thy scarf of mist, And dress in gauzy gold and amethyst A day benign, of sunniest influence born, As may befit a Poet's marriage morn! Give buds another dream, another tryst To loving hearts, and print on lips unkissed Betrothal-kisses, laughing Spring to scorn! Yet, if unfriendly thou, with sullen skies, Bleak rains, or moaning winds, dost menace wrong, Here art thou foiled: a bridal sun shall rise And bridal emblems unto these belong. Round her the sunshine of her beauty lies, And breathes round him the spring-time of his song! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VIRGIN MARY TO THE CHILD JESUS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ON VISITING THE TOMB OF BURNS by JOHN KEATS THE OLD CHURCHYARD OF BONCHURCH by PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON BROWN PENNY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE MAID OF ARC; FOR M. S. M. by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |