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.
Some historical articles for the spooky month of October. Enjoy!