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...SONG OF THE STYGIAN NAIADES by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES CORIDON'S SONG (IN ISAAK WALTON'S 'COMPLEAT ANGLER') by JOHN CHALKHILL THE FEMALE GOD by ISAAC ROSENBERG SLEEP AT SEA by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE ATLANTIDES by HENRY DAVID THOREAU SOME ACCOUNT OF A NEW PLAY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM A WINTER TWILIGHT by ARLO BATES HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 40 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |