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!
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Comments2Just enjoyed "Autumn" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow! "Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain!" 🍂🍁 Beautiful imagery!
Wow, the imagery in this poem really brings out the beauty of fall. The part about "Thy shield is the red harvest moon" makes me picture a giant, crimson moon watching over a peaceful autumn landscape. I can smell the crisp air and see the leaves changing. I love how the poem captures the essence of autumn with such grandeur and majesty. This might be my new favorite fall poem.