October Poem by William Cullen Bryant

October

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Ay, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath!
When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay
In the gay woods and in the golden air,
Like to a good old age released from care,
Journeying, in long serenity, away.
In such a bright, late quiet, would that I
Might wear out life like thee, 'mid bowers and brooks
And dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,
And music of kind voices ever nigh;
And when my last sand twinkled in the glass,
Pass silently from men, as thou dost pass.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 29 December 2016

This is autumn magic! ! ! Stunningly written! ! ! !

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Cj Smith 25 September 2008

This poet is my Great great great grandfather

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Haowei 25 October 2020

Is it true? That's cool

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