Come, let us roam the October woods, Just you and I together, No other time or clime can know Such rare, such bracing weather. The maples, hickories, oaks, are decked As for a royal function, And lingering birds, all loath to go, Still sing with sweetest unction. The leafy paths are carpeted As for a royal palace; The waters from the singing brook Would fitly grace a chalice. The sun, the mild October sun, His journey now is hastening, And, lest we feel his speel too much, The morning air is chastening. Just as in years gone by, dear friend, We felt his spell around us, So after many changing years, October's lure has found us. Then let us roam the autumn woods, All brooding cares forgetting, And drink October's glories in Until her sun is setting. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PUSSY-WILLOW TIME by ROBERT FROST THE WAKING YEAR by EMILY DICKINSON THE HABIT OF PERFECTION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS MILTON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW RUNNING THE BATTERIES by HERMAN MELVILLE JEANIE MORRISON by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL THE FOOL AND THE POET by ALEXANDER POPE |