Quote, 10/05/2010

ejmoore510(7)October 4, 2010

O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained

With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit

Beneath my shady roof; there thou mayst 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.

To Autumn by William Blake

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west_gardener

Oh, yes, that certantly describes a sensual Autumn.

    Bookmark   October 4, 2010 at 9:59PM
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lilod(NoCal/8)

Another wonderful tribute to the season

    Bookmark   October 5, 2010 at 12:43AM
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