Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LATER AUTUMN, by THOMAS HARDY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Gone are the lovers, under the bush Last Line: A robin looks on. | ||||||||
GONE are the lovers, under the bush Stretched at their ease; Gone the bees, Tangling themselves in your hair as they rush On the line of your track, Leg-laden, back With a dip to their hive In a prepossessed dive. Toadsmeat is mangy, frosted, and sere; Apples in grass Crunch as we pass, And rot ere the men who make cyder appear. Couch-fires abound On fallows around, And shades far extend Like lives soon to end. Spinning leaves join the remains shrunk and brown Of last year's display That lie wasting away, On whose corpses they earlier as scorners gazed down From their aery green height: Now in the same plight They huddle; while yon A robin looks on. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEN WHO MARCH AWAY' (SONG OF THE SOLDIERS) by THOMAS HARDY A BROKEN APPOINTMENT by THOMAS HARDY A CHRISTMAS GHOST-STORY; CHRISTMAS-EVE 1899 by THOMAS HARDY A THOUGHT IN TWO MOODS by THOMAS HARDY A THUNDERSTORM IN TOWN by THOMAS HARDY A TRAMPWOMAN'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS HARDY A WIFE IN LONDON by THOMAS HARDY ACCORDING TO THE MIGHTY WORKING by THOMAS HARDY |
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