Gold Leaves by G.K. Chesterton
Lo! I am come to autumn
When all the leaves are gold;
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out
The year and I are old.
In youth I sought the prince of men,
Captain in cosmic wars,
Our Titan, even the weeds would show
Defiant to the stars.
But now a great thing in the street
Seems any human nod,
Where shift in strange democracy
The million masks of God.
In youth I sought the golden flower
Hidden in wood or wold,
But I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold.
Thank you to Epoch Times for showing me this profound poem in your recent Life and Tradition section. The photo was taken in Connecticut by my husband Will years ago. The words "Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out, the year and I are old" resonate with me as a senior citizen. I find this poem to be very beautiful and profound and hope you like it too.
18 comments:
It is profound.
I like your chair!
Cosmic captain makes me think of James T. Kirk. 🙂
That is a beautiful, beautiful poem. Thank you so much for sharing it with all of us.
Blessings,
Betsy
Lovely poem.
A gentle reminder of the beauty of our later years. Thank you.
That's a great poem, and a pretty tree too!
Beautiful photo and poem.
That's a great poem and one that all of us who've been fortunate to reach a certain age can relate to.
Such a lovely photograph and I enjoyed the poem.
All the best Jan
IT'S beautiful! I love Epoch Times!
That is touching. Thanks for sharing.
Greetings Terra: I did see this Poem in the Epoch Times my favorite paper to read.
Thank-you for sharing this Poem with us.
Have a great week.
Catherine
This is lovely, Terra.
Perfect place to sit!!
Lovely photo, and good poem!
Lovely poem. Thank you for sharing.
It is a lovely poem. Needs reading several times I think.
Lovely photo and beautiful poem.
What a special time now, when daily light becomes rarer, but the light of golden autumn enlightens heart and soul. Many greetings and blessings from dori from the Golden Bavarian Forest
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