Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: SEPTEMBER, 1880, by CONSTANCE CAROLINE WOODHILL NADEN Poet's Biography First Line: To still september comes a dream of joy Last Line: Renewing earth by terror and by hope. Subject(s): Autumn; Seasons; Fall | ||||||||
TO still September comes a dream of joy: The breath of dying roses in the calm And sultry air, seems changed to hyacinth-balm; Fresh beams and breezes waken, such as toy With amorous wind-flowers and May-lilies coy: Raise, oh ye birds, a wild conjubilant psalm! Autumn has reached the goal, has gained the palm, And Winter comes not surely to destroy. Nay, prosperous Autumn! not for thee shall ope May's blossoms; nor for thy dull ear shall sing Her choir of birds; thine own winds whirl away Thy golden vapours, and thy rich decay, Till Winter come, stern pioneer of Spring, Renewing Earth by terror and by hope. | 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 A LETTER by CONSTANCE CAROLINE WOODHILL NADEN |
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