The Death Of Autumn
Autumn and Fall Poems
Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes,
And feathered pampas-grass rides into the wind
Like aged warriors westward, tragic, thinned
Of half their tribe, and over the flattened rushes,
Stripped of its secret, open, stark and bleak,
Blackens afar the half-forgotten creek,-
Then leans on me the weight of the year, and crushes
My heart. I know that Beauty must ail and die,
And will be born again,-but ah, to see
Beauty stiffened, staring up at the sky!
Oh, Autumn! Autumn!-What is the Spring to me?
- Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Ye flowers that drop,
forsaken by the spring,
Ye birds that, left by
summer, cease to sing,
Ye trees that fade,
when Autumn heats remove,
Say, is not absence
death to those who love?
- Quote by Alexander Pope
ROMANTIC
