O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain’d

 With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit

Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,

 And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,

 And all the daughters of the year shall dance!

Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.


 "The narrow bud opens her beauties to

The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;

 Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning,

 and Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,

 Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,

And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.


 "The spirits of the air live in the smells

 Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round

The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.

" Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,

 Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak

Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.




2 thoughts on “TO AUTUMN

  1. What a great poem for describing fall.  We are seeing the beauties of fall here too… though I doubt I\’ll be able to go for a drive up in the mountains to see all the beautiful colors.  Oh well… maybe next year. 
    Sorry I haven\’t been blogging lately… I just haven\’t been online for much of anything because of my very overloaded schedule.  I do have 3 nights off from work in a row… so I\’m trying to get around and visit my friends.  Seems like there is always so much to do.  I appreciate your inquiry as to my where abouts… Maybe tomorrow I\’ll beable to do a video blog or something…   Hope you have been enjoying so good food while I was away… wink wink… Take care…

  2. A new season, exciting and promising-though the rain still falls no matter the season. Mind you it makes for the lushness of our green and pleasant land. Great poem 🙂

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