In spring the trees were fresh—a dainty green. By summer sun, in deeper hues arrayed, Their full-leafed branches cast a restful shade; Later were autumn's gorgeous colors seen. But glories fade; the frost and wind too keen, Have loosed the leaves to twirl and fall and made The branches bare. To us—our call delayed, Our treasures lost, our days seem cold and mean. The summer gone we turn to indoor fires. So in life's autumn, with our best years spent, We long for purer joys than earth can give; We find less pleasure in the old desires; We turn for deeper, higher soul content To seek the infinite the while we live. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 15 by CONRAD AIKEN THEY ACCUSE ME OF NOT TALKING by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST AGAINST THE REST OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN AN EVANGELIST'S WIFE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |