Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AUTUMN THOUGHTS, by MARY TUCKER LAMBERT Poet's Biography First Line: I, from my chamber-window, mark Last Line: Soon after bleak december. Alternate Author Name(s): Tucker, Mary Eliza Perine Subject(s): Autumn; Seasons; Fall | ||||||||
I, FROM my chamber-window, mark The dying of the year; The trees in red and green and gold, Show Autumn's progress sere; And soon, alas! these richest tints Will change to sober brown; The trees of their bright garb bereft, Wear winter's sternest frown. The warbling songster seeks in vain Some place to shield his wings, And shivering on the bare cold oak, In piteous notes he sings. The flowerets hide their frail bright heads Till winter shall be o'er, Then at the first faint call of Spring, They show themselves once more. The autumn rain is falling slow, With chilling, solemn spell, As if no brightness ever more On this bleak earth shall dwell. The dying of the day or year With awe impress the mind; For though we know God's ways are right, His mercies ever kind, -- We mortals seldom stop to think, When brooding o'er the night, How quickly day will dawn again, And Spring again bloom bright; And at the end of life's short path The aged should remember, Eternal Spring-time dawneth bright Soon after bleak December. | 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 |
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