NOT changeful April, with her suns and showers, Pregnant with buds, whose birth the genial hours Of teeming May will give to life and light: Rich in young beauty, odorous and bright. Not rose-crown'd June, in trailing robes of bloom, Her flowery censers breathing rich perfume, Her glorious sunshine, and her bluest skies, Her wealth of dancing leaves where zephyr sighs! Nor fervid July, in her full-blown charms, Shedding the odorous hay with sun-brown'd arms; Nor glowing August, with her robe unbound, With ripening grain and juicy fruitage crown'd! Nor thee, September, though thine orchards glow With fruits, ripe, rich, and ruddy -- laying low The yellow grain with gleaming sickles keen, With jest and laugh the harvest song between. I sing October, month of all the year, To poet's soul and calm deep feeling dear; Her chasten'd sunshine, and her dreamy skies With tender magic charm my heart and eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PRAYER FOR INDIFFERENCE by FRANCES (FANNY) MACARTNEY GREVILLE THE GETTYSBURG ADDRESS by ABRAHAM LINCOLN THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S FASTING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY by WILLIAM AUGUSTUS MUHLENBERG A PIPER by JAMES SULLIVAN STARKEY |