MELTING SHADES
The summer-flower has run to seed
And yellow is the woodland bough ;
And every leaf of bush and weed
Is tipt with Autumn's pencil now.
The woodbine- trees red berries bear,
That clustering hang upon the bower ;
While, fondly lingering here and there,
Peeps out a timid dwindling flower.
Beneath a yellow fading tree,
As red sun light thee, Autumn- morn,
In wildest rapture let me see
The sweets that most thy charms adorn.
O while my eye the landscape views,
What countless beauties are display'd,
What varied tints of nameless hues, -
Shades endless melting into shade.
John Clare (from 'Autumn')
2 comments:
What a beautiful poem! As summer departs (it happens later here where I live) and autumn sets in, the sights and sounds brought up in this poem make the transition less ... chilly and more cozy. :)
Word verification on the other hand, tend to discourage even the most enthusiastic commenter.
Thanks for comment and yes I agree 'word verification' is a trial !
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