Alfred Austin

(30 May 1835 – 2 June 1913 / Headingley)

To The Autumn Wind - Poem by Alfred Austin

O envious Autumn wind, to blow
From covert vale and woodland crest
The mellow leaves, just as they glow
Brightest and loveliest;
To strip the maples black and bare,
To rob the beeches' russet gold,
And make what was of late so fair
But rustling drift and dripping mould.

Yet if, as you have done with them,
With me you will but timely do,
I will no more your rage condemn,
But, rather, make my peace with you.
Let me not linger on, to know
The mournfulness of feelings lost,
But waft me, while as yet they glow,
Wise Autumn wind, from winter frost!


Comments about To The Autumn Wind by Alfred Austin

  • (7/9/2013 10:06:00 AM)


    I believe Austin is saying that everything has its time of death, and just like Autumn wind comes sweeping the trees bare before winter, he wants it to sweep him away to before winter (a metaphor for the pain of old age) . (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 8, 2010



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