ToAutumn
Johs
Ⅰ
Seasonofmistsandmellowfruitfulness,
-frieuringsun;
gwithhimhowtoloadandbless
Withfruitthevirouch-evesrun;
&happlesthemoss'dcottage-trees,
Andfillallfruitwithripehecore;
Toswellthegourd,andplumpthehazelshells
Withasweetkerbuddingmore,
Andstillmore,laterflowersforthebees,
Uhinkwarmdayswillnevercease,
Forsummerhaso'er-brimm'dtheirclammycells。
II
Whohathheeoftamidthystore?
&imeswhoeverseeksabroadmayfind
&ingcarelessonagranaryfloor,
Thyhairsoft-liftedbytheind;
Oronahalf-reap'dfurro>
Drows'dwiththefumeofpoppies,whilethyhook
&hehandallitstwinedflowers:
Aimeslikeagleahoudostkeep
&hyladenheadacrossabrook;
Orbyacyder-press,withpatientlook,
Thouwatchestthelastoozingshoursbyhours。
III
&hesongs?Ay,wherearethey?
Thinkhouhastthymusictoo,—
Whilebarredthesoft-dyingday,
Andtouchthestubble-plainswithrosyhue;
Theninawailfulallgnatsmourn
Amongtheriversallows,hor
asthelightwindlivesordies;
Andfull-grownlambsloudbleatfromhillybourn;
&ssing;andnowwithtreblesoft;
Thered-breastwhistlesfromagarden-croft;
Andgatheringsitterintheskies。