A Dream of Autumn by James Whitcomb Riley
Mellow hazes, lowly trailing Over wood and meadow, veiling Somber skies, with wildfowl sailing Sailor-like to foreign lands; And the north-wind overleaping Summer’s brink, and floodlike sweeping Wrecks of roses where the weeping Willows wring their helpless hands. Flared, like Titan torches flinging Flakes of flame and embers, springing From the […]
The Forgotten Grave by Emily Dickinson
My November Guest by Robert Frost
My Sorrow, when she’s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay. She talks and I am fain to list: She’s glad the birds are gone away, […]
A Ghost and a Dream by Madison Julius Cawein
Rain will fall on the fading flowers, Winds will blow through the dripping tree, When Fall leads in her tattered Hours With Death to keep them company. All night long in the weeping weather, All night long in the garden grey, A ghost and a dream will talk together And sad […]
Thanksgiving by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
We walk on starry fields of white And do not see the daisies; For blessings common in our sight We rarely offer praises. We sigh for some supreme delight To crown our lives with splendor, And quite ignore our daily store Of pleasures sweet and tender. Our cares are bold and push their way Upon […]
A Song of Harvest by John Greenleaf Whittier
This day, two hundred years ago, The wild grape by the river’s side, And tasteless groundnut trailing low, The table of the woods supplied. Unknown the apple’s red and gold, The blushing tint of peach and pear; The mirror of the Powow told No tale of orchards ripe and rare. Wild as […]
Thanksgiving by Kate Seymour Maclean
The Autumn hills are golden at the top, And rounded as a poet’s silver rhyme; The mellow days are ruby ripe, that drop One after one into the lap of time. Dead leaves are reddening in the woodland copse, And forest boughs a fading glory wear; No breath of wind stirs in their […]
A Rose by Emily Dickinson
A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn, A flash of dew, a bee or two, A breeze A caper in the trees, — And I’m a rose!
Sunset: St. Louis by Sara Teasdale
Hushed in the smoky haze of summer sunset, When I came home again from far-off places, How many times I saw my western city Dream by her river. Then for an hour the water wore a mantle Of tawny gold and mauve and misted turquoise Under the tall and darkened arches bearing Gray, high-flung bridges. […]
On the Shore by Susan Coolidge
The punctual tide draws up the bay, With ripple of wave and hiss of spray, And the great red flower of the light-house tower Blooms on the headland far away. Petal by petal its fiery rose Out of the darkness buds and grows; A dazzling shape on the dim, far cape, A beckoning shape as […]