There is a spell in autumn early,
One all too brief, of an enchantment rare:
The nights are radiant and pearly,
The days, pellucid, crystal-clear.
Where played the sickle and fell the corn, a mellow,
A warm and breathless stillness reigns supreme;
Spanning the brown and idle furrow,
A dainty thread of cobweb gleams.
The birds have flown, we hear no more their clamour,
But winter's angry winds not soon will start to blow -
Upon the empty fields there pours the azure glow
Of skies that have not lost the warmth of summer.
There Is A Spell In Autumn
Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
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Poem topics: autumn, lost, summer, winter, clear, hear, brown, supreme, angry, start, early, warm, crystal, warmth, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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