Wednesday, 10 October 2012



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')


Shopgirl said...

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.

Dew of Hermon said...

Thanks for comment and yes I agree 'word verification' is a trial !