If Fall Shall Rob Fair SummerA Poem by Gleb ZavlanovThe beauty of autumn...If
Fall shall rob fair summer of her boon, And steal the gloried rays of her gold sun, And
dreamy essence of her calming moon, Whose beams across the Heaven’s bowers run,
And
all her sweets, her candied charms and spells, And all the finest beauty of her store, Then
days shall come, in which Cronus compels Fall to make grander all that summer bore:
To
make the sunshine doubly gold and bud Much sweeter, golden blossoms, and then
birth Much
fairer fruits, rich with sweet, temp’rate blood And feed with triply fresher dew the earth,
And
pave the roads with golden folds of wheat And piled gourd, and hang the trees with
leaves, And
spread with posy flame the glades where meet The murm’ring brooks, and where the
sunshine weaves
Its
silk of light across the morning skies, And all the flowered bowers with sweet
breath. Aye,
even if the summer clime soon dies The Fall shall wreathe a beauty of its
death. © 2014 Gleb ZavlanovAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on January 11, 2014 Last Updated on January 15, 2014 AuthorGleb ZavlanovAboutHello there. I'm an aspiring poet. Nothing makes me happier than to bring delight to the hearts of my readers and to bring delight to myself by reading other peoples' work. Poetry is, in my opinion, o.. more..Writing
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