LEAVES from the elm-trees flying -- Summer to autumn flown -- Out on the lawn is lying Mulberry's golden gown. Never a bird is singing, Never a plant has bloom, Only the fantails winging White on the windy gloom. We can no more remember Perfume of rose or hay; Far from this dark November Beauty has passed away. Not till the Spring recapture Joy as it flits along, Shall we regain the rapture Either of scent or song! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIGH PLAINS RAG by JAMES GALVIN ARMOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN CABANIS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LAMB, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 20 by THOMAS CAMPION PHILIP, MY KING by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK OFF THE GROUND by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE |