Historical Poem
1888
1888
A Song For October
By Eleanor W.F. Bates
Good Housekeeping. October 13, 1888, pp. 265—266.
Here's a song for gay October!
She's a lassie far from sober,
Lover of the woody vine
Wreathed with foliage fair and fine.
Grapes of amethystine cluster
With a rare and burnished lustre
Fall within her eager grasp
As a jewel might unclasp.
All the fruitage of the year
Meets its consumation here.
Apples, rosy, russet, yellow,
Come within this season mellow;
Corn and wheat are stored away
Safe against a later day
O the sunrise and the dew!
O the noon's enchanted blue!
But the golden afternoon
Softens into shadows soon.
There's a mist upon the hills,
There's a vapor on the rills,
There's a whisper in the woods--
(Solemn sylvan solitudes)
Say they all with portent sober,
"Say good-by to sweet October!"
What she brings she takes away;
Soon November will hold sway.
Kneel upon the verdant sod,
Pluck the nodding golden-rod,
Fill your arms with brilliant leaves,
Praise the tints the frost-elf weaves,
Then with saddened looks and sober,
Bid farewell to bright October.
A Song For October
By Eleanor W.F. Bates
Good Housekeeping. October 13, 1888, pp. 265—266.
Here's a song for gay October!
She's a lassie far from sober,
Lover of the woody vine
Wreathed with foliage fair and fine.
Grapes of amethystine cluster
With a rare and burnished lustre
Fall within her eager grasp
As a jewel might unclasp.
All the fruitage of the year
Meets its consumation here.
Apples, rosy, russet, yellow,
Come within this season mellow;
Corn and wheat are stored away
Safe against a later day
O the sunrise and the dew!
O the noon's enchanted blue!
But the golden afternoon
Softens into shadows soon.
There's a mist upon the hills,
There's a vapor on the rills,
There's a whisper in the woods--
(Solemn sylvan solitudes)
Say they all with portent sober,
"Say good-by to sweet October!"
What she brings she takes away;
Soon November will hold sway.
Kneel upon the verdant sod,
Pluck the nodding golden-rod,
Fill your arms with brilliant leaves,
Praise the tints the frost-elf weaves,
Then with saddened looks and sober,
Bid farewell to bright October.
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