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Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,-While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mournAmong the river sallows, borne aloftOr sinking as the light wind lives or dies;And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble softThe red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Summary
Where are the songs.....twitter in the skies. In this stanza, the poet describes the sounds of Autumn, Spring is distinguished by its sweet songs. These sweet songs are absent in Autumn, But there is no need to feel any regret on that accord. Autumn has its own peculiar music. The sounds of Autumn are generally heard in the evening. When the sun is setting, a soft glow irradiates the fields from which the crop has been reaped, leaving the stumps behind. The long-drawn-out clouds in the sky look like the bars of a grate. At this time, the melancholy buzzing of the gnats is heard. The gnats fly about among the shrubs growing on the river side. The gnats are carried upwards when the wind is strong and they come downwards when the wind is feeble (Or, the singing of the gnats is heard when the wind is blowing and it is not audible when the wind stops). In addition to the gnats singing in a melancholy chorus, the bleating of full-grown lambs is heard from the hills which bound the landscape. Then there is the chirping of the grasshopper. Next comes the high, bold and delicate song of the twittering of the swallows which are gathering together in large numbers for their winter migration. The gnats mourn by the river; the lamb's bleat on the hill; the grasshopper sings from the hedge; the redbreast whistles from the garden and the swallows twitter in the sky. Such is the glorious music of Autumn.