Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them —
The summer flowers depart —
Sit still — as all transform’d to stone,
Except your musing heart.
Lovely poem to go with the photo! Isn't it too soon for the leaves to be changing? You perfectly captured one of the things I really miss about living back East. Well composed, Karen!
@vstap@almondjoy1@mittens@epcello@kwind@tosee@davydo@deborahortiz@bkbinthecity@maggiemae@thresheg@carolmw@ladymagpie@elisasaeter@tonygig@vesna0210 Thank you for your comments and favs! I enjoyed being out in the early Autumn weather here in Iowa. Autumn is much farther along here than in Virginia. The autumn leaf smell is already heavy in the air. I think we're in for an early winter this year. I'm glad that many of you like the poem also. There's more to this poem than the first stanza I included above. Google "Elizabeth Barrett Browning" and the title, "The Autumn," to read the rest of the poem, if you're interested.
