Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves! Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves Īnd, following thee, in thy ovation splendid, Thy steps are by the farmer’s prayers attended So long beneath the heaven’s o’er-hanging eaves Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended Outstretched with benedictions o’er the land,īlessing the farms through all thy vast domain! Thou standest, like imperial Charlemagne, With banners, by great gales incessant fanned,īrighter than brightest silks of Samarcand, Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain, To love that well which thou must leave ere long. This thou perceiv’st which makes thy love more strong, In me thou seest the glowing of such fireĬonsum’d by that which it was nourished by. Which by and by black night doth take away,ĭeath’s second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the twilight of such day Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,īare ruin’d choirs where late the sweet birds sang. When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang That time of year thou mayst in me behold Let one of these autumn poems bring at least a bit of the magic to you. There is something magical about changing seasons, especially autumn.
As the leaves are slowly changing colours, the homes are getting cozier, we are getting wrapped up in more layers of clothes and nature is getting ready for the well deserved rest.
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