The autumn winds are calling me to leave my cares today; To answer them and follow them far up the hill away, Where I can listen to their songs of even rhythmic score They sing within the pine tree grove I've visited before. I'll hasten to their temple where the pews are brown and sear; I'll breathe the fragrant incense that's blown from altars near; I'll look from out the windows where the sky is blue and fair And listen to the organ roll its music on the air. But why are tunes so mournful they always sing to me? Are voices ever wailing in this temple that I see? Or is the song of nature when sung by forest pine A harmony of minor mode, a melody divine? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ELEPHANT by HILAIRE BELLOC A SUMMER'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST NOTES FOR THE FIRST LINE OF A SPANISH POEM by JAMES GALVIN TRANSPOSITIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRING DAY: NIGHT AND SLEEP by AMY LOWELL BACCALAUREATE by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH |