Now Autumn tints the scene With sallow hues and dim; And o'er the sky Fast hurrying, fly Dark sombre clouds, that pour From far the roaring din; The rattling rain and hail, With the deep sounding wail Of wild and warring melodies, begin. The wind flies fitful through the forest trees With hollow howlings, and in wrathful mood; As when some maniac fierce, disdaining ease, Tears with convulsive power, In horrid fury's hour, His locks dishevelled; and a chilling moan Breathes from his tortured breast, with dread and dismal tone Thus, the impetuous blast Doth from the woodlands tear The leaves, when Summer's reign is past, And sings aloud the requiem of despair; Pours ceaseless the reverberated sigh, While past the honours of the forest fly, Kiss the low ground, and flutter, shrink, and die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE PROPOSAL TO ERECT A MONUMENT IN ENGLAND TO LORD BYRON by EMMA LAZARUS FREE FANTASIA ON JAPANESE THEMES by AMY LOWELL THE FRUIT GARDEN PATH by AMY LOWELL WHEN I WAS A BIRD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD IN THE GARDEN AT THE DAWN HOUR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |