To Autumn

by William Blake

O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stainèd
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 on 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.

(William Blake is our poet this term and I am LOVING it. Look here for what else we might be up to.)

3 thoughts on “To Autumn

  1. This is beautiful and makes me fall even more in love with fall. BTW, I would really like to pick your brain about homeschooling sometime. Maybe when we get our coffee. 🙂


  2. We've been reading William Blake too the past few weeks! Sigh, if only you lived closer. I can envision the many things our kids could be doing together…


  3. Yes, Dana, absolutely pick my brain!KT, you're making me wistful…we could also be planning their arranged marriages. 😉 It's OK, I know Noah Z. has the prior claim on Mei.


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