George Meredith

(12 February 1828 – 18 May 1909 / Portsmouth, England)

Song--Autumn - Poem by George Meredith

When nuts behind the hazel-leaf
Are brown as the squirrel that hunts them free,
And the fields are rich with the sun-burnt sheaf,
'Mid the blue cornflower and the yellowing tree;
And the farmer glows and beams in his glee;

O then is the season to wed thee a bride!
Ere the garners are filled and the ale-cups foam;
For a smiling hostess is the pride
And flower of every Harvest Home.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 15, 2010



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