I walk through silent showers of golden leaves. As startled from a dream, the bright fall'n things Leap up and bind me in their magic rings, Weird, whirling circles as an old witch weaves. High up above the trees, a sea-gull cleaves The moist, gray sky, now up, now down, nor sings One note; -- no music Autumn with her brings Except the wind that lulls while it bereaves. A slender elm twig, trembling with the care, Supports an oriole's deserted nest; The brilliant bird flies now in southern air Where ruffling cold no longer chills her breast. So shall the soul when frosty fall days come, Abandon earth's abode and seek a fairer home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DOUBLE BALLAD OF GOOD COUNSEL by FRANCOIS VILLON AN ANCIENT PROPHECY by PHILIP FRENEAU THE SHADES OF NIGHT by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: THE LEGEND OF RABBI BEN LEVY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI SONNET: 98 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |