TO AUTUMN

Reblogged from my good friend the Laird. I like it.

CASTLE OF GLENCAIRN

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…

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5 responses to “TO AUTUMN

  1. Beautiful picture and beautiful words Kenny, Being a Scottish lass i appreciate it. BTW why is you post about the rabbit, password protected. ?

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  2. A wonderful verse.. 🙂

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  3. WILLIAM BLAKE

    28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 Now why does the “12th August” ring a bell !

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