Poems (Jordan)/Autumn
For works with similar titles, see Autumn.
AUTUMN
Clang! clang! clang! Loudly ring Fall's windy ells—
The Year's afire! Aflame the woods and dells
On Summer's summit, where the fire-storm broke,
Are gardens smoldering in tinted smoke!
The Year's afire! Aflame the woods and dells
On Summer's summit, where the fire-storm broke,
Are gardens smoldering in tinted smoke!
Nature doth fight the surface fire in vain—
Yet all the Year's best treasures hidden are
In little vaults, which Earth shall ope again
When Autumn's heirs arrive from days afar.
Yet all the Year's best treasures hidden are
In little vaults, which Earth shall ope again
When Autumn's heirs arrive from days afar.
But listen! Hear we not the rush of rain
As Heaven starts its engine from the clouds;
Nor yet Nature, aweary, sob with pain
As bands of white her shrivelled face enshrouds?
As Heaven starts its engine from the clouds;
Nor yet Nature, aweary, sob with pain
As bands of white her shrivelled face enshrouds?