Lord Alfred Douglas

(1870 - 1945 / England)

Autumn Days - Poem by Lord Alfred Douglas

I have been through the woods to-day
And the leaves were falling,
Summer had crept away,
And the birds were not calling.

And the bracken was like yellow gold
That comes too late,
When the heart is sad and old,
And death at the gate.

Ah, mournful Autumn ! Sad,
Slow death that comes at last,
I am mad for a yesterday, mad !
I am sick for a year that is past!

Though the sun be like blood in the sky
He is cold as the lips of hate,
And he fires the sere leaves as they lie
On their bed of earth, too late.

They are dead, and the bare trees weep
Not loud as a mortal weeping,
But as sorrow that sighs in sleep,
And as grief that is still in sleeping.


Comments about Autumn Days by Lord Alfred Douglas

  • (3/29/2017 11:18:00 PM)


    The lamenting of trees in particular and nature in general over the slow death has been projected in a touching and superb manner. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report) Reply

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  • Tom Allport (3/29/2017 11:16:00 AM)


    a sad seasonal poem that's not all gold? .well penned. (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (3/29/2017 10:30:00 AM)


    'Though the sun be like blood in the sky
    He is cold as the lips of hate,
    And he fires the sere leaves as they lie
    On their bed of earth, too late.' is a beautiful stanza.
    Composed beautifully with use of strong imagery, it is a beautiful poem on Autumn. Liked it.
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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (3/29/2017 5:02:00 AM)


    Summer had crept away and leaves were falling down. Birds were not calling. Slow death signed with sadness. In autumn sun came like blood in sky. The bare trees wept. Grief went for sleeping while autumn came. A great imagery is drawn that enhances mind.....10 (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (3/29/2017 5:00:00 AM)


    Summer had crept away and leaves were falling down. Birds were not calling. Slow death signed with sadness. In autumn sun came like blood in sky. The bare trees wept. Grief went for sleeping while autumn came. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (3/29/2017 1:02:00 AM)


    Through the woods! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (3/29/2017 1:00:00 AM)


    A morbid take on autumn. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (3/29/2017 12:57:00 AM)


    Grief! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (3/29/2017 12:52:00 AM)


    Bare trees weep.... thanks for posting.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010



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