An Autumn Song
BELOW the headland with its cedar-plumes
A lapse of spacious water twinkles keen,
An ever-shifting play of gleams and glooms
And flashes of clear green.
A lapse of spacious water twinkles keen,
An ever-shifting play of gleams and glooms
And flashes of clear green.
The sumac’s garnet pennons where I lie
Are mingled with the tansy’s faded gold ;
Fleet hawks are screaming in the light-blue sky,
And fleet airs rushing cold.
Are mingled with the tansy’s faded gold ;
Fleet hawks are screaming in the light-blue sky,
And fleet airs rushing cold.
The plump peach steals the dying rose’s red ;
The yellow pippin ripens to its fall ;
The dusty grapes, to purple fulness fed,
Droop from the garden-wall.
The yellow pippin ripens to its fall ;
The dusty grapes, to purple fulness fed,
Droop from the garden-wall.
And yet, where rainbow foliage crowns the swamp,
I hear in dreams an April robin sing,
And memory, amid this Autumn pomp,
Strays with the ghost of Spring.
I hear in dreams an April robin sing,
And memory, amid this Autumn pomp,
Strays with the ghost of Spring.