名人诗歌|October

ACROSS the land a faint blue veil of mist

Seems hung； the woods wear yet arrayment sober

Till frost shall make them flame； silent and whist

The drooping^{1 cherry orchards2 of October}

Like mournful pennons hang their shrivelling leaves

Russet and orange： all things now decay；

Long since ye garnered^{3 in your autumn sheaves}

And sad the robins^{4 pipe at set of day.}

Now do ye dream of Spring when greening shaws

Confer with the shrewd breezes and of slopes

Flower-kirtled and of April virgin^{5 guest；}

Days that ye love despite their windy flaws

Since they are woven with all joys and hopes

Whereof ye nevermore shall be possessed^6.