I RAN out in the morning, when the air was clean and new And all the grass was glittering, and grey with autumn dew, I ran out to the apple tree and pulled an apple down, And all the bells were ringing in the old grey town. Down in the town, off the bridges and the grass They are sweeping up the leaves to let the people pass, Sweeping up the old leaves, golden-reds and browns, While the men go to lecture with the wind in their gowns. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY ROMANCE OF DUNOIS by HORTENSE DE BEAUHARNAIS NIGHT ON OUR LIVES by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT IN THE GARDEN (WITH APOLOGIES TO ALFRED NOYES) by MARJORIE W. BRACHLOW THE SEA GULL by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |