Across the meadow in brooding shadow
I walk to drink of the autumn's wine
The charm of story, the artist's glory,
To-day on these silvering hills is mine;
On height, in hollow, where'er I follow,
By mellow hillside and searing sod,
Its plumes uplifting, in light winds drifting,
I see the glimmer of golden-rod.
In this latest comer the vanished summer
Has left its sunshine the world to cheer,
And bids us remember in late September
What beauty mates with the passing year.
The days that are fleetest are still the sweetest,
And life is near to the heart of God,
And the peace of heaven to earth is given
In this wonderful time of the golden-rod.
| Best Poems | Short Poems
Email Poem |
Top Lucy Maud Montgomery Poems
Analysis and Comments on In the Days of the Golden Rod
Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem In the Days of the Golden Rod here.
Commenting has been disabled for now.