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Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox October SHE Gone are the Spring and Summer from the year; And from our lives as well. May we not, dear, In our October find serene delights To take the place of ardent summer nights? Not striving to retain a dying season, Or imitate its pleasures, but with reason Accepting Autumn's quiet, briefer day Of calm content, not seeking to be gay? HE Gone are the Spring and Summer; yet behold The radiant woods, supreme in red and gold And russet colours; and the wind harp plays A louder song than in the April days. Our lives need not be colourless or sober Because of Autumn. Emulate October, Who will not let the ageing years grow dull, But keep its love by being beautiful. Ella Wheeler Wilcox Ella Wheeler Wilcox's other poems: Poems of the other poets with the same name: 1500 Views |
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