Poems (Baldwyn)/Autumn
For works with similar titles, see Autumn.
AUTUMN.
They are gone and fled, the glorious summer days, With their sweet hours of changeful loveliness; The morning now is wrapp'd in mournful hues, And gone the glories of th' uprising sun With sweet alternate evening. Ah! now I find How I have lov'd with deep and silent worship These radiant things. How cold and sad the earth! The flowers no more, or birds, or waving boughs, In odours sweet, with harmonies combin'd, Shed joy around; nor e'en the waves' low tone Whispers soft music at the day's decline. A sadness droppeth from the autumn skies, And a stern threatening of coming storms;—Thus must earth's beauty fade without the light Of the fair summer's sun; and I do mourn, For I have lov'd its grandeur. Shine once more, Sweet sun of spring! and, with the birds, my voice Again shall mingle its rejoicing hymn.