Ah, those deceptive springtime days in fall, Which flower in a pilgrimage of grace, To crown fulfillment for a transient space With glory for the one who heeds that call; While rich emotion climbs the highest wall, To press a kiss on summer's gamin-face, And hide rare trickery mid autumn lace, False spring, quite unconfused, reigns over all. When winter comes a May-day's hard to find, But autumn bears a flash-back to the spring, So precious in its brevity -- and then The human heart gives up its key to bind An April dream, which rises up to sing A rhapsody of blossomtime again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |