FAIR one, were you but here! The Autumn flames away, And pensive in the antlered shade I stray. The Autumn flames away, his end is near. I linger where deposed and fall'n he lies, Prankt in his last poor tattered braveries, And think what brightness would enhance the Day, Were @3you@1 -- were you but here! Though hushed the woodlands, though sedate the skies, Though dank the leaves and sere, The stored sunlight in your hair and eyes Would vernalise November, and renew the aged year, Fair one! were you but here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPILOGUE FROM EMBLEMS OF LOVE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE TO COLE, THE PAINTER, DEPARTING FOR EUROPE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT PRECIOUS WORDS by EMILY DICKINSON TO MY HONOURED FRIEND MR. DRAYTON; AFFIXED TO 'POLYOLBION' by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) VERDANT GREEN AND THE CROW by ROBERT BRUCE DEVOTION by MINNETTE SLAYBACK CARPER DOVECOTT MILL: 8. THE COUNTRY GRAVE-YARD by PHOEBE CARY ON THE CHRISTENING OF A FRIEND'S CHILD by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |