Fall Foliage and Poetry

O! lure of the Lost Lagoon,-- I dream to-night that my paddle blurs The purple shade where the seaweed stirs, I hear the call of the singing firs. — Emily Pauline Johnson Mark Lovewell

Do our woods And winds and ponds cover more quiet woods, More shining winds, more star glimmering ponds? — W.B. Yeats Mark Lovewell

I learned not to fear infinity, The far field, the windy cliffs of forever, The dying of time in the white light of tomorrow. — Theodore Roethke Mark Lovewell

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. — William Butler Yeats Mark Lovewell

And on a day we meet to walk the line And set the wall between us once again. We keep the wall between us as we go. To each the boulders that have fallen to each. — Robert Frost Mark Lovewell

By the stream I dream in calm delight, and watch as in a glass, How the clouds like crowds of snowy-hued and white-robed maidens pass. — Paul Laurence Dunbar Mark Lovewell

I've known rivers: Ancient, dusky rivers. My soul has grown deep like the rivers. — Langston Hughes Mark Lovewell

Oh, the charm of idle dreaming Where the dappled shadows dance, All the leafy aisles are teeming With the lure of old romance! — Lucy Maud Montgomery Mark Lovewell

Oh, the river that meanders has an aimless kind of flow… in the sense that such a river seems to not know where to go. Is it right or left, or left or right? Who cares? And I don’t know. — Kenton M. Stewart Mark Lovewell

When the trees their summer splendor Change to raiment red and gold, When the summer moon turns mellow, And the nights are getting cold. — Carol L. Riser Mark Lovewell