Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A LYRIC OF AUTUMN, by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE Poet's Biography First Line: There is music in the meadows, in the air Last Line: Wings the nocturne nature plays upon her lyre. Subject(s): Autumn; Seasons; Fall | ||||||||
THERE is music in the meadows, in the air -- Autumn is here; Skies are gray, but hearts are mellow, Leaves are crimson, brown, and yellow; Pines are soughing, birches stir, And the Gipsy trail is fresh beneath the fir. There is rhythm in the woods, and in the fields, Nature yields: And the harvest voices crying, Blend with Autumn zephyrs sighing; Tone and color, frost and fire, Wings the nocturne Nature plays upon her lyre. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR AUTUMN by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN AN AUTUMN JOY by GEORGE ARNOLD A LEAF FALLS by MARION LOUISE BLISS THE FARMER'S BOY: AUTUMN by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD A LETTER IN OCTOBER by TED KOOSER AUTUMN EVENING by DAVID LEHMAN EVERYTHING THAT ACTS IS ACTUAL by DENISE LEVERTOV SCINTILLA by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |
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