Monday, 12 October 2009

Longfellow was a grand fellow

It was National Poetry Day t'other day according to my chum Dulce Domum.

Longfellow is one of my favourite poets, so this is for Dulce Domum a bit o'Longfellow for these dim days falling away at the end of t'year.


Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain,
With banners, by great gales incessant fanned,
Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand,
And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain!
Thou standest, like imperial Charlemagne,
Upon thy bridge of gold; thy royal hand
Outstretched with benedictions o'er the land,
Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain!
Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended
So long beneath the heaven's o'er-hanging eaves;
Thy steps are by the farmer's prayers attended;
Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves;
And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid,
Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves!



  1. What a beautiful poem. I love this line:

    Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain!

    We live in a area of many small farms and I love to see the apples, blackberries, pumpkin and corn at this time of year. I love the autumn, especially in New England.

  2. Any poem with the word "samarcand" and the phrase "red harvest moon" in it, is all right by me!

    It was very beautiful and thank you for posting it, it reminded me of a pre-raphelite picture in verse.

  3. Thanks Pamela and Dulce Domum. It is a beautiful poem. I like Longfellow because his poems are usually so beautiful and uplifting and not totally over my head like some poetry! I like your analogy Dulce, a preraphelite painting in verse...all rich colours and imagery. :)