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Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Fruits of Autumn

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To Autumn by William Blake

O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.

'The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust'ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather'd clouds strew flowers round her head.

'The spirits of the air live in the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.'
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,
Then rose, girded himself, and o'er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.

1 comment:

  1. This poem by William Blake takes me back to elementary school, just after the summer holidays. It was read every year and every year we would have to memorize parts of it.

    I love the photos of the mushrooms. We have loads of them here as well, but I cannot tell what they are, since I've grown up with coast mushrooms. Some of these here in the cariboo I've never seen before.


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