Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SPIRIT OF THE FALL, by DANSKE CAROLINA (BEDINGER) DANDRIDGE First Line: Come, on thy swaying feet Last Line: Lone spirit of the fall. | ||||||||
COME, on thy swaying feet, Wild Spirit of the Fall! With wind-blown skirts, loose hair of russet-brown. Crowned with bright berries of the bittersweet. Trip a light measure with the hurrying leaf, Straining thy few late roses to thy breast, With laughter over-gay, sweet eyes drooped down, That none may guess thy grief. Dare not to pause for rest Lest the slow tears should gather to their fall. But when the cold moon rises o'er the hill, The last numb crickets cease, and all is still, Face down thou liest on the frosty ground Strewed with thy fortune's wreck, alas, thine all -- There, on a winter dawn, thy corse I found, Lone Spirit of the Fall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEAD MOON by DANSKE CAROLINA (BEDINGER) DANDRIDGE WOODEN WHEELS by LOWELL C. BALLARD TO HELEN KELLER by CRAVEN LANGSTROTH BETTS DUMB IN JUNE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON MORNING SUMMONS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE HEAVEN THAT'S HERE by ALICE CARY |
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