Sunday, September 28, 2014

Poem of the Week

                   Autumn Sonnet 
 Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain,
   With banners, by great gales incessant fanned,
   Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand,
   And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain!
 Thou standest, like imperial Charlemagne,
   Upon thy bridge of gold; thy royal hand
   Outstretched with benedictions o’er the land,
   Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain!
 Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended
   So long beneath the heaven’s o’er-hanging eaves;
   Thy steps are by the farmer’s prayers attended;
 Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves;
   And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid,
   Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves!
 
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
HT: Lit2Go 

3 comments:

Sue Elvis said...

Wendy,

Henry Wordsworth Longfellow is one of our favourite poets. I hadn't read this one before. Autumn is my favourite season. I love the cooler temperatures after the heat of the summer. The autumn colours are beautiful! They are 'my' sort of colours!

Wendy said...

Yes, I love living where there are seasons, and I love watching the seasons change. I think my favorite is usually the one I'm in, but there's something so beautiful about the "switch" seasons of spring and fall.

You must be in spring now! Are you seeing lots of flowers?

Sue Elvis said...

Wendy,

There are a lot of flowers blooming at the moment. The tulip festival has just ended but the tulips are still looking good. I noticed a number of native flowers in the bush when we went for a run this morning. And I have lovely yellow roses on my bush!