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.
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.