Poem of the Week: To Autumn by William Blake

28 September 2012

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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.

I hope you're all enjoying a beautiful and crisp autumn evening! Don't forget to link up with your respective poems below. :)

3 epistles:

  1. Beautiful poem--I've not read much of William Blake just yet. :)

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  2. This is beautiful, and I can just feel the season even if it is Spring around here :).

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