See, o'er its withering leaves, the musk-rose bend, And scarce a purple aster paints the glade; Yet, cease awhile, ye ruffling winds! to rend This variegated canopy of shade. Here, autumn's touch the rich dark brown bestows, There, mixed with paler leaves of yellow hue, The shining holly's scarlet fruitage glows, And crimson berries stud the deep-green yew. Thou radiant orb! whose mild declining ray Now gilds with gayer tinge this loved retreat, Yet, lingering, still prolong the golden day. -- How vain the wish! no more thy glories meet My dazzled eye; but from the lakes arise Blue mists, and twilight gray involves the blushing skies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ITALIAN PICTURES: THE COSTA SAN GIORGIO by MINA LOY OF ANY OLD MAN by ISAAC ROSENBERG FONTAINEBLEAU (AUTUMN) by SARA TEASDALE LAMENT FOR THE MAKARIS [WHEN HE WAS SEIK] by WILLIAM DUNBAR SONNET: 61 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON THE STATUE OF AN ANGEL, BY BIENAIME by WASHINGTON ALLSTON |