Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE YELLOW LEAF, by DAVID MACBETH MOIR Poet's Biography First Line: The year is on the wane - the blue Last Line: Visions, whose resting-place is heaven! Alternate Author Name(s): Delta Subject(s): Autumn; Earth; Leaves; Nature; Seasons; Fall; World | ||||||||
I. THE year is on the wanethe blue Of heaven assumes a paler hue; And when the sun comes forth at morn, Through melancholy mists forlorn, Awhile he struggles ere his beam Falls on the forest and the stream; And then 'tis with a feebler power He gilds the day and marks the hour! Scathed are the mountains and the plains By sweeping winds and plashing rains, And both that wintry look assume, Which speaks to us of wither'd bloom And vanish'd beauty: roaring floods Are grown from tiny streams; the woods, Instead of emerald green, are known By yellow sere and sullen brown; And all things which the eyes survey Are tinged with death, and preach decay! II. But yet no hour more sweet than this, More perfect in its tranquil bliss, Could man of Heaven desire; the light Of eve is melting into night, And from her eastern shrine, where lie, Pillow'd upon the soft blue sky, A wreath of snowy clouds, the rim Of the white moon about to swim Her course of glory; all around The scene becomes enchanted ground: The stream that late in darkness stray'd, The forest late so black with shade, Are lighted up; and lo! the hills A flood of argent glory fills; While evenfar offthe murmuring sea Is seen in its immensity, A line of demarcation given As 'twere between the earth and heaven! III. In gazing o'er a scene so fair, Well may the wondering mind compare Majestic nature with the strife And littleness of human life! Within the rank and narrow span, Where man contends with brother man, And where, a few brief seasons past, Death is the common doom at last, What find we? In our hour of need, The generous thought, the liberal deed? Or in prosperity, the kind O'erflowing of congenial mind? Ah no! instead of these, to Woe Is ever given another blow; A drop to Misery's cup of gall; To Error's feet a further fall; And, where 'tis least expected, still Grows up Resentment or Ill-will Envy has poison, and has power To wither Friendship's brightest flower; And Love, too oft a gilded dream, Melts like the rain-drop in the stream. IV. But Nature grows not old; 'tis we Who change, and not the flower or tree For years, as they revolve, renew The faded with reviving dew And genial heat, until as bright Earth rises on the startled sight, As when enchanted Adam's eyes The leafing groves of Paradise And shower'd the new-made sun his beams On spangled plains and crystal streams! V. O! could we let the heart retain Its glow, and dash away the stain Which sins of others, or our own, Have made its tablet white upon, Then might we feel that Earth is not Entirely an accursed spot; That gleams of beauty, sparks of bliss, Flash oft athwart Life's drear abyss; That from the poison-cup of Woe A balm of healing oft may flow; That round the heart are twisted ties To keep us good, or make us wise; That duty is the Polar Star Which leads to peace, though from afar; And to the pure in heart are given Visions, whose resting-place is Heaven! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BROKEN BALANCE by ROBINSON JEFFERS SUBJECTED EARTH by ROBINSON JEFFERS GEOMETAPHYSICS by MARGARET AVISON NIAGARA by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS SOPHISTICATION by CONRAD AIKEN I SEE CHILE IN MY REARVIEW MIRROR by AGHA SHAHID ALI WASHING OUR HANDS OF THE REST OF AMERICA by MARVIN BELL THE EARTH IS A LIVING THING by LUCILLE CLIFTON THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR |
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