Do you know the grapes are purpling, And the nuts are falling down? Do you know the leaves are turning, Turning yellow, red and brown? Do you know the grass has withered, That it does no longer grow? Do you know the white field-daisy Faded, faded long ago? Do you know that in the orchard Apple trees are bending down With their weight of red, red pippins And of russets golden brown? Do you know down by the roadside By the road you oft have trod, Blooming lovely 'spite of dust Is the gaudy golden rod? Do you know that in the cornfield Heaps of yellow pumpkins lie? Do you know that to the Southland Birdies have begun to fly? If you'd leave the smoky city You would know these things, my dear, And would only look about you, You would know that Autumn's here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY SENSES DO NOT DECEIVE ME by MARIANNE MOORE THE BRAVE OLD OAK by HENRY FOTHERGILL CHORLEY EXCELLENCY OF CHRIST by GILES FLETCHER THE YOUNGER UPON PRUE, HIS MAID by ROBERT HERRICK QUATRAIN: AMONG THE PINES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 86. AL-JAMI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD |