"Don't miss the autumn's splendours," In tube and train we're told; Out walkers and week-enders, Campaigners of both genders To wood and weald and wold, Where leaves are lavish spenders And prodigal of gold! But toes that toast on fenders Are not to be cajoled; Home keepers and hearth tenders Will make no more surrenders To wet and mud and cold; Nor can dead leaves be menders Of hopes that summer sold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VERSES WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM OF A LADY'S COMMON-PLACE BOOK by THOMAS MOORE FANTASIA IN E MINOR by ELIZABETH BUSH BALLAD TO THE TUNE OF BOBBING JOAN by PATRICK CAREY THE PARLIAMENT OF FOWLS [PARLEMENT OF FOULES] by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE FISHER BOY JOLLILY LIVES by ELIZA COOK |