"Ere yet the russet foliage fall I'll climb the mountain's brow, My friend, my Hayman, at thy call, To view the scene below: How sweetly pleasing to behold Forests of vegetable gold! How mixed the many-chequered shades between— The tawny mellowing hue, and the gay, vivid green! How splendid all the sky! how still! How mild the dying gale! How soft the whispers of the rill That winds along the dale! So tranquil Nature's works appear, It seems the Sabbath of the year; As if, the Summer's labour past, she chose This season's sober calm for blandishing repose." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIFTH AVENUE-SPRING AFTERNOON by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE TREASURES OF THE DEEP by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS TO 'THE WIFE' by BERTON BRALEY THE SHREWSBURY RIVER by WILLIAM LAWRENCE CHITTENDEN LINES FROM A NOTEBOOK - JULY 1807 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |