
The poem is a nostalgic and sentimental tribute to the joys of autumn. It describes the season's beauty, with its colorful leaves, fruits, and flowers. The speaker reflects on happy memories of childhood, playing in the leaves, and enjoying the harvest. The poem also touches on the fleeting nature of life and the passing of time.
By Eugene Field · First published 1896 · Genre: Poetry, Nature Writing, Romanticism · 257 words
'Tis the time of the year's sundown, and flame Hangs on the maple bough; And June is the faded flower of a name; The thin hedge hides not a singer now.
Yet rich am I; for my treasures be The gold afloat in my willow-tree.
Sweet morn on the hillside dripping with dew, Girded with blue and pearl, Counts the leaves afloat in the streamlet too; As the love-lorn heart of a wistful girl, She sings while her soul brooding tearfully Sees a dream of gold in the willow-tree.
All day pure white and saffron at eve, Clouds awaiting the sun Turn them at length to ghosts that leave When the moon's white path is slowly run Till the morning comes, and with joy for me O'er my gold agleam in the willow-tree.
An Autumn Treasure-Trove is listed on Textopian as a poem by Eugene Field, dated 1896 CE.
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Children's literature · Poetry · Autumn theme · Nature · Seasonal · Imagination · Whimsy · Fantasy · Youthful · Innocence · Playfulness · Vivid imagery