HERE Autumn, like a flying bird That through the quivering foliage trills, Comes swiftly in the night, and stays A moment in these grassy ways, Among the hills. And with the day's awakened sun, O'er every gold and purple mile, A finer radiance shows where she Folded her bright wings graciously, To rest awhile. Here all the earth is crystal clear, And all its people wise and free, Here where the orchards, each on each, Run down the valley, till they reach A crystal sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVER COMFORTETH HIMSELF WITH THE WORTHINESS OF HIS LOVE by HENRY HOWARD THE EMPEROR OF ICE-CREAM by WALLACE STEVENS IO VICTIS by WILLIAM WETMORE STORY IN THE HOSPITAL by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON A FRESHET by ANTIPHILUS OF BYZANTIUM THE TENTH MUSE: THE FOUR AGES OF MAN by ANNE BRADSTREET THE WARRIOR MAID by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |