Verse > Anthologies > The World’s Best Poetry > Vol. V. Nature
Bliss Carman, et al., eds.  The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume V. Nature.  1904.
III. The Seasons
Autumn: A Dirge
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822)
THE WARM sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,
The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,
            And the year
On the earth her deathbed, in a shroud of leaves dead,
            Is lying.        5
  Come, months, come away,
  From November to May,
  In your saddest array;
  Follow the bier
  Of the dead cold year,        10
And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.
The chill rain is falling, the nipt worm is crawling,
The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knelling
            For the year;
The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone        15
            To his dwelling;
  Come, months, come away,
  Put on white, black, and gray;
  Let your light sisters play—
  Ye, follow the bier        20
  Of the dead cold year,
And make her grave green with tear on tear.

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