Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OCTOBER, by EFFIE WALLER SMITH Poet's Biography First Line: O sweetest month, that pourest from full hands Last Line: And death alone can bring the richest gain. Subject(s): October | ||||||||
O sweetest month, that pourest from full hands The golden bounty of rich harvest lands! O saddest month, that bearest with thy breath The crimson leaves to drifts of glowing death! In fields and lives, the fall of withered leaves Darkens the glorious season of ripe sheaves, For Life's fruition comes with loss and pain, And Death alone can bring the richest gain. | 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 OCTOER WOODS by EMMA INGOLD BOST NORTH WIND IN OCTOBER by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES A GOOD-BYE by EFFIE WALLER SMITH |
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