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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AUTUMN DAYS, by FRANZ EMANUEL GEIBEL Poet's Biography First Line: Sunny days of the autumn Last Line: The poet alone can tell. Subject(s): Autumn; Seasons; Fall | |||
SUNNY days of the autumn, Days that shall make me whole, When a balm for wounds that were bleeding Drops silently on the soul! Now seem the hours to be brooding In still, beneficent rest, And with a quieter motion Heaves now the laboring breast. To rest from the world's endeavor, To build on the soul's deep base— That is my only craving, In the stillness of love to gaze. O'er the hills, through the dales I wander, Where the shy sweet streamlets call, Following each clear sunbeam, Whether scorching or kind it fall. There where the leaves are turning, I harken with reverent ear; All that is growing or dying, Fading or blooming, I hear. Blissful I learn my lesson— How through the world's wide sweep Matter and spirit together Their concord eternal keep. What blows in the rustling forest, Takes life from the sun and rain, Is a symbol of truth immortal To the soul that can read it plain. Each tiniest plant that blossoms With the perfume of its birth Holds in its cup the secret Of the whole mysterious earth. It looks down from the cliffs in silence, Speaks in the waves' long swell— But all its wonderful meaning The poet alone can tell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR AUTUMN by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN AN AUTUMN JOY by GEORGE ARNOLD A LEAF FALLS by MARION LOUISE BLISS THE FARMER'S BOY: AUTUMN by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD A LETTER IN OCTOBER by TED KOOSER AUTUMN EVENING by DAVID LEHMAN EVERYTHING THAT ACTS IS ACTUAL by DENISE LEVERTOV A PRAYER by FRANZ EMANUEL GEIBEL |
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