WHAT did Autumn murmur? @3O ye sheaves of gold, Gathered in the sunburnt field Where the sowing-labours yield Treasures manifold, Here's a jug of rare old ale Beading still the reaper's beard While he whistles down the vale As the humming farm is neared! What a saucy knot of maids Eggs him on to kiss his prize! What a pack of bouncing jades Binds a kerchief o'er his eyes— Twirls him thrice, and bids him search Whom he may the while they pinch, Prick, and leave him in the lurch, Each one shirilling like a finch! Ah! the starlight country dance, Not without its rough romance— Not without the fiddle's beat Speeding Cecily's flashing feet— Autumn's come!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRIGHTNESS AS A POIGNANT LIGHT by DAVID IGNATOW SERVICE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE FRUIT GARDEN PATH by AMY LOWELL THE BEAUTIFUL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE WILL OF GOD by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER LAMENT by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON AT THE CARNIVAL by ANNE SPENCER |