Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AUTUMN, by NORMAN ROWLAND GALE Poet's Biography First Line: What did autumn murmur? Last Line: Autumn's come! Subject(s): Autumn; Nature; Seasons; Fall | ||||||||
WHAT did Autumn murmur? O 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! | 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 THE COUNTRY FAITH by NORMAN ROWLAND GALE |
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