Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OCTOBER, by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK Poet's Biography First Line: It is no joy to me to sit Last Line: While the equinoctials blow. Alternate Author Name(s): Mulock, Dinah Maria Subject(s): Autumn; Seasons; Fall | ||||||||
IT is no joy to me to sit On dreamy summer eves, When silently the timid moon Kisses the sleeping leaves, And all things through the fair hushed earth Love, rest -- but nothing grieves. Better I like old Autumn With his hair tossed to and fro, Firm striding o'er the stubble fields When the equinoctials blow. When shrinkingly the sun creeps up Through misty mornings cold, And Robin on the orchard hedge Sings cheerily and bold, While the frosted plum Drops downward on the mould; -- And as he passes, Autumn Into earth's lap does throw Brown apples gay in a game of play, As the equinoctials blow. When the spent year its carol sinks Into a humble psalm, Asks no more for the pleasure draught, But for the cup of balm, And all its storms and sunshine bursts Controls to one brave calm, -- Then step by step walks Autumn, With steady eyes that show Nor grief nor fear, to the death of the year, While the equinoctials blow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR AUTUMN by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN AN AUTUMN JOY by GEORGE ARNOLD A LEAF FALLS by MARION LOUISE BLISS THE FARMER'S BOY: AUTUMN by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD A LETTER IN OCTOBER by TED KOOSER AUTUMN EVENING by DAVID LEHMAN EVERYTHING THAT ACTS IS ACTUAL by DENISE LEVERTOV BY THE ALMA RIVER by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK DOUGLAS, DOUGLAS, TENDER AND TRUE by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK |
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