Songs of the Common Day, and Ave!

An Ode for the Shelley Centenary

by Charles G.D. Roberts




HOW sweetly on the Autumn scene,
When haws are red amid the green,
The hawkbit shines with face of cheer,
The favourite of the faltering year!

When days grow short and nights grow cold


How fairly gleams its eye of gold,
On pastured field and grassy hill,
Along the roadside and the rill!

It seems the spirit of a flower,
This offspring of the Autumn hour,


Wandering back to earth to bring
Some kindly afterthought of Spring.

A dandelion's ghost might so
Amid Elysian meadows blow,
Become more fragile and more fine

Breathing the atmosphere divine.