Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne/To Autumn

by Felicia Hemans

For works with similar titles, see To Autumn.

TO AUTUMN.

No more the glowing flowers of spring,
    Enrich the sweet romantic dell;
Yet ah! the tints of Autumn bring,
    A fading charm, a soft farewell.
Dear Autumn! as thy sober hues
    Adorn the scene with shadowy grace;

A mellow beauty they diffuse,
    Which pensive pleasure loves to trace.
And dearer is thy transient calm,
    That wakes the mild and soothing tear,
Than summer air of fragrant balm,
    Than all the treasures of the year.
And sweeter is thy partial ray,
For ah! too soon it melts away.
⁠F. D. B. aged 13.