Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OCTOER WOODS, by EMMA INGOLD BOST First Line: Come, let us roam the october woods Last Line: Until her sun is setting. Subject(s): October | ||||||||
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...FACING INTO IT; FOR LARRY LEVIS by ELEANOR WILNER A VAGABOND SONG by BLISS CARMAN THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: OCTOBER by EDMUND SPENSER LATE AUTUMN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM OCTOBER by MARIE DAVIES WARREN BECKNER NORTH WIND IN OCTOBER by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES OCTOBER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |
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