Crown of the year—thou golden fair October: Type of our pause upon our being's height, Breathless we stand, enveloped by thy splendor— Let us—ah—let us profit by thy fight! Granted these days like coins of minted sunshine,— Granted the twofold gift of life and health,— Let us not hoard, like cold, unloving misers,— Let us—ah—let us profit by thy wealth! Let us transmit, in waves of loving kindness— To the less favored children of our race,— Some of thy peace, thy healing and thy gladness,— Let us—ah—let us profit by the grace! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 15 by CONRAD AIKEN CONTRA MORTEM: THE VILLAGE by HAYDEN CARRUTH SUPREME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FRANCIS II, KING OF NAPLES; SONNET by AMY LOWELL THE JOY OF THE HILLS by EDWIN MARKHAM IN PICCADILLY by ISAAC ROSENBERG |