When Autumn's fruit is packed and stored, And barns are full of corn and grain; When leaves come tumbling down to earth, Shot down by wind or drops of rain: Then up the road we'll whistling go, And, with a heart that's merry, We'll rob the squirrel of a nut, Or chaffinch of a berry. When Winter's bare and cold for all, Save lovers with their spawny eyes, And, like a horse that fleas annoy, We stamp, to make our spirits rise: Then out of doors we'll whistling go, And, with a heart that's merry, We'll feed -- while richer squirrels sleep -- The birds that have no berry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COMING OF WISDOM WITH TIME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS DOUGLAS, DOUGLAS, TENDER AND TRUE by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK INTOXICATION by EMILY DICKINSON SUNDAY MORNING by WALLACE STEVENS IN THE GARDEN AT SWAINSTON (IN MEMORIAM - SIR JOHN SIMEON) by ALFRED TENNYSON THE PRINCESS: [BUGLE] SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON THE THROSTLE by ALFRED TENNYSON |