O hushed October morning mild…

O hushed October morning mild…

October. O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go. O hushed October morning mild,…

Autumn, Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness…

Autumn, Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness…

To Autumn Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill…

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