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
at Prince Eugene's
30 October 2009
© by Merisi
autumn sure has a beauty all of its own...ReplyDelete
are you grieving over goldengrove unleaving?ReplyDelete
So lovely, and that lone tree is a water coloured dream.ReplyDelete
That last shot . . . golden leaves against a lilac-gray wall . . . beautiful!ReplyDelete
ParisBreakfasts' comment is a quote that often runs through my head at this time of year.
Ah, Mr Longfellow would be so pleased at your illustration of his work!!!ReplyDelete
Gorgeous pictures that capture the autumn colours and atmoshpere so very beautifully!ReplyDelete
Gorgeous shots. You're a true artist with that camera.ReplyDelete
Beautiful. Love those golden leaves. Thank you.ReplyDelete
Perfect poetry for lovely photos of autumn. I love the first photo of the ornate gate.ReplyDelete
fabulous!!!!!!!!! .....no more scattered leaves here in sunny south africa..ChamaraReplyDelete
One day the leaves are all on the trees, the next they all seem to be on the ground.ReplyDelete