How gloom the clouds! quite stifled is the ray, Which from the conquer'd sun would vainly shoot Through the blank storm; and, though the winds be mute, Lo! down the whitening deluge finds its way: Look up!—a thousand thousand fairy motes Come dancing downwards, onwards, sideways whirl'd, Like flecks of down, or apple-blossoms curl'd By nipping winds. See how in ether floats The light-wing'd mass—then, mantling o'er the field, Changes at once the landscape, chokes the rill, Hoaries with white the lately verdant hill, And silvers earth. All to thine influence yield, Stern conqueror of blithe Autumn: yearly still Of thee, the dread avatar is reveal'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POSTHUMOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO THE MEMORY OF INEZ MILHOLLAND by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SOHRAB AND RUSTUM by MATTHEW ARNOLD EPITAPH ON ELIZABETH, L.H. by BEN JONSON ON KEATS, WHO DESIRED THAT ON HIS TOMB SHOULD BE INSCRIBED: by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |