Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OCTOBER, by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER Poet's Biography First Line: We are drinking the wine of the ages Last Line: Is an angel at the door. Alternate Author Name(s): Van Deth, Gerrit, Mrs. Subject(s): Autumn; October; Seasons; Fall | ||||||||
WE are drinking the wine of the ages From cups that are brimming over With the sweet of a honey unbought with money, Distilled from the heart of the clover. The fathomless blue of the heaven, The beauty and bloom of the day, Are making us young,they are waking the tongue Of the years that have passed away. 'Tis the radiant, rare October, With the clusters ripe on the vine, With scents that mingle in spicy tingle On the hill slope's glimmering line. And summer's a step behind us, And autumn's a thought before, And each fleet, sweet day that we meet on the way Is an angel at the door. | 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 ARE THE CHILDREN AT HOME? by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER |
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