Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

(27 February 1807 – 24 March 1882 / Portland, Maine)

Autumn - Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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!

Comments about Autumn by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  • (1/15/2019 10:47:00 PM)

    Another poem on my favourite season (Report) Reply

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  • Bhagabat Prasad Hotta (11/9/2018 10:00:00 AM)

    Autumn is the best season of all.....I like to enjoy all days of autumn.....
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  • (10/15/2018 9:42:00 AM)

    I'ts like autumn
    And bikini bottom
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  • Tapan M. Saren (4/29/2017 7:55:00 PM)

    One of his best works........... (Report) Reply

  • Agatha Eliza (10/15/2015 2:23:00 AM)

    The most beautiful autumn depicted in verses. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poetry is a delight for the heart. (Report) Reply

  • (9/16/2015 6:33:00 PM)

    Just loved this poem. It explains the emotion of the season (Report) Reply

  • (8/24/2015 10:02:00 AM)

    ....an excellent poem and a most beautiful line ★ the wind, scatters the golden leaves! (Report) Reply

  • (9/18/2014 2:53:00 AM)

    Longfellow, among my favorites. Love this poem, though new to me. With Autumn comes the rain that touches and blesses all - the land, oxen, farms, and crops, etc. Very lovely. (Report) Reply

  • ..... W@king Up..... (6/1/2013 6:33:00 PM)

    Brilliant poem! Just as you'd expect from such a poet :) (Report) Reply

  • (6/1/2013 2:25:00 PM)

    Redolent with description..oh, imperial autumn, I value this, but prefer Robert
    Frost's rural flavor of autumn in the countryside,
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  • (6/1/2012 2:25:00 PM)

    Rodney Dangerfield ruined Longfellow for me. (Report) Reply

  • (6/1/2012 4:40:00 AM)

    wow! poem of the day is about autumn. it's burning hot where i am not.
    maybe it's reverse psychology so i will feel better.
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  • (6/1/2010 10:33:00 PM)

    My interpretation of ‘Autumn’ by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, is that the poem is a metaphor for the reign of Charlemagne, who was in the medieval mind, the finest example of what a Christian king could be. Therefore the autumn, before the descent after Charlemagne’s reign into medieval winter.
    The octave begins ‘Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain, /With banners, by great gales incessant fanned’. This represents as ‘great gales incessant’ fanned, the fifty-three campaigns of Charlemagne, almost all of which he lead himself. The octave finishes with ‘Outstretched with benedictions o'er the land, /Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain! ’. Can anyone dispute that the octave is the establishment of Charlemagne’s ‘empire by conquering and Christianizing Bavaria and Saxony, destroying the troublesome Avars, shielding Italy from the raiding Saracans, and strengthening the defenses of Francia against the expanding Moors of Spain.’
    The lines ‘Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand, /And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain! ’ refer to Charlemagne’s last campaigns when he defeated and dispersed the Avars from 790-805. Finally in the thirty-fourth year of his reign at sixty-three years of age, he established peace throughout his kingdom. The European Avars were nomad warriors, which explains the oxen wagons, typical of ‘a highly organized nomadic confederacy’ of close knit tribes under a khagan, old Turkic for khan. The lines do not refer to Timur, commonly known as Tamerlane (1336-1404) .
    Samarcand in Russia is symbolic of the golden silk road, as the city occupied a central position on the Silk Road between China and the West. It became Islamic in 675 C.E. when taken by the Arabs. Longfellow is implying that Charlemagne was also on a golden road as a protector of Christianity. In 774 Charlemagne took Pavia, assumed the crown of Lombardy and ‘accepted the role of protector of the Church in all her temporal powers.’ ‘Outstretched with benedictions o'er the land’ indicates his success in this. Charlemagne took his role of a Christian protector seriously, after Saxons burned down a Christian church and made incursions into Gaul, he lead eighteen campaigns against them (772-804) . ‘Charles gave the conquered Saxons a choice between baptism and death, and had 4500 Saxon rebels beheaded in one day; after which he proceeded to Thionville to celebrate the nativity of Christ.’
    This explains the sestet beginning ‘Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended /So long beneath the heaven's o'er-hanging eaves; ’. Charlemagne was the answer to ‘the farmer's prayers attended; ’. He not only protected them from pagan invaders but also ‘established a system of poor relief, taxed the nobles and the clergy to pay its costs.’ ‘Charlemagne struggled to protect a free peasantry against spreading serfdom’ which peasants were enslaved in during the winter of the medieval age after his rule.
    The sestet in conclusion celebrates Charlemagne great ‘ovation splendid’ both as the returning military hero who received enthusiastic support from his people. And as a great ruler who does not neglect his Christian duty to distribute alms to the poor. The ‘Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves! ’ refers to his tax relief. Charlemagne as a great blessing showers a fortune upon the deserving poor. This poem as a seasonal metaphor and tribute to the reign of Charlemagne, is an amazingly accurate poetic piece of writing. An amazing poetic effort.
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    (6/1/2014 4:31:00 AM)

    Wow... I never thought of it in that sense. Thank you! ! That was amazing.

  • (6/1/2010 3:09:00 PM)

    very confusing poem but beautiful none the less (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Straw (6/1/2010 5:57:00 AM)

    This poem, in its puffed up and imprecise, use of metaphor is precisely what Shakespeare was satirizing in his Sonnet 21 'So it is not with me as with that Muse/Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse/Who heaven itself for ornament doth use/And every fair with his fair doth rehearse.'
    When you read poetry for God's sake switch your brains on! Not everything published is perfect by any means. A poet, when writing a poem, will alter and delet all the time because he or she is dissatisfied. Metaphor is particularly difficult to get right - it should clarify the waters not muddy them.
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  • Ramesh T A (6/1/2010 2:41:00 AM)

    Descriptive beauty about autumn season is grand in this beautiful poem! (Report) Reply

  • (6/1/2009 1:53:00 PM)

    Of course, a 'wain' may be likened to a 'caisson'! One definition of which may be Longfellow's meaning - 'a two-wheeled wagon for transporting ammunition' - appropriate for either Charlemagne or Patton! (Report) Reply

  • (6/1/2009 1:47:00 PM)

    Who are you responding to, Michael Harmon? You confuse the issue (whatever it may be) by the pseudo-scholarly citations you post verbatim from Harper and Lander! We are all impressed by your extended biography and its corollaries, as well as your B.A. in English Literature from Long Island University (1973) , OK? Are you in Straw's camp or not? I honestly cannot tell from your postings here or elsewhere (John Masefield's poem) ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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