A-drifting down the sky. That watches like an eye. With witches’ currant cake. This poem is in the public domain.

Autumn Dusk. By Sara Teasdale. A December Day. By Sara Teasdale. JSTOR and the Poetry Foundation are collaborating to digitize, preserve, and extend access to Poetry. Source: …

Boats merge with the bronze-gold welters about their keels. The trees float upward in gray and green flames. From falling shrouds of leaves. Thin fingered twigs clutch darkly at nothing. …

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We walked together in the dusk To watch the tower grow dimly whit… And saw it lift against the sky Its flower of amber light. You talked of half a hundred thing…

With witches' currant cake. [Woodcut by Ando Hiroshige, Mount Kyodai and the Moon, Shinona Province, 1853] Add Dusk In Autumn to your library. Dusk In Autumn, a Poem by Sara Teasdale.

The moon is like a scimitar, A little silver scimitar, A-drifting down the sky. And near beside it is a star, A timid twinkling golden star, That watches like an eye.

At six o'clock of an autumn dusk With the sky in the west a rusty red, The bells of the mission down in the valley Cry out that the day is dead. The first star pricks as sharp as steel— Why …