Gone hath the Spring, with all its flowers, <br />And gone the Summer's pomp and show, <br />And Autumn, in his leafless bowers, <br />Is waiting for the Winter's snow. <br /> <br />I said to Earth, so cold and gray, <br />'An emblem of myself thou art.' <br />'Not so,' the Earth did seem to say, <br />'For Spring shall warm my frozen heart.' <br />I soothe my wintry sleep with dreams <br />Of warmer sun and softer rain, <br />And wait to hear the sound of streams <br />And songs of merry birds again. <br /> <br />But thou, from whom the Spring hath gone, <br />For whom the flowers no longer blow, <br />Who standest blighted and forlorn, <br />Like Autumn waiting for the snow; <br /> <br />No hope is thine of sunnier hours, <br />Thy Winter shall no more depart; <br />No Spring revive thy wasted flowers, <br />Nor Summer warm thy frozen heart.<br /><br />John Greenleaf Whittier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-thoughts/
