As I went down through the common, It was bright with the light of day, For the wind and rain had swept the leaves And the shadow of summer away. The walks were all fresh-blacked with rain As I went briskly down: -- I felt my own quick step begin The pace of the winter town. As I went down through the common, The sky was wild and pale; I saw one tree with a jib of leaves In the stress of the aftergale; But the others rattled naked poles As I went briskly down. I felt my own quick step begin The pace of the winter town. As I went down through the common In the crisp October dawn, Benches were wet and stuck with leaves And the idle ones were gone. The folk abroad raced on with me As I went briskly down. I felt my own quick step begin The pace of the winter town. As I went down through the common, Then felt I first delight Of the city's thronging winter days And dazzling winter night, Of the life and revelry to be -- As I went briskly down. I felt my own quick step begin The pace of the winter town. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE A POEM AGAINST THE WAR IN VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN BATTLEDORE AND SHUTTLECOCK by AMY LOWELL THE ROAD TO AVIGNON by AMY LOWELL THE EXPANDED COMPOSITION by CLARENCE MAJOR |