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Old World (public) => Poems => Topic started by: Sky on September 29, 2007, 08:12:16 AM

Title: O Autumn
Post by: Sky on September 29, 2007, 08:12:16 AM

Listen!  the wind is rising,
and the air is wild with leaves,
We have had our summer evenings,
now for October eves!
-  Humbert Wolfe

Title: Re: O Autumn
Post by: Sky on September 29, 2007, 08:12:37 AM

I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn
sunshine by staying in the house.  So I spend almost all
the daylight hours in the open air.
-  Nathaniel Hawthorne

Title: Re: O Autumn
Post by: Sky on September 29, 2007, 08:12:58 AM

O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
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 fruit and flowers.
-  William Blake, To Autumn, 1783

Title: Re: O Autumn
Post by: Sky on September 29, 2007, 08:13:46 AM

Behold congenial Autumn comes,
the Sabbath of the Year.
-  John Logan, 1748 - 1788

(http://www.wingettphotography.com/Fall2003/FallReflections/images/Fall_Leaves_Blue_Sky.jpg)

Title: Re: O Autumn
Post by: Sky on September 29, 2007, 08:14:18 AM

Come said the wind to
the leaves one day,
Come o're the meadows
and we will play.
Put on your dresses
scarlet and gold,
For summer is gone
and the days grow cold.
-  A Children's Song of the 1880's

Title: Re: O Autumn
Post by: zenandnow on September 30, 2007, 06:10:44 AM

"there is a crisp in the air,
from I know not where...
it must be a snowsong whistling."
a children's book