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...WIND AND WINDOW FLOWER by ROBERT FROST BETSY'S BATTLE FLAG by MINNA IRVING I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY by WILLIAM AUGUSTUS MUHLENBERG THE TRUIMPH OF ART by JOSEPHINE TURCK BAKER PROLOGUE TO DRAMA ..... ANNIVERSARY OF CARRS' MARRIAGE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD CONQUERORS by CARL JOHN BOSTELMANN |