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Poem by Hilaire Belloc
October
Look, how those steep woods on the mountain’s face
Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold
Invades our very noon: the year’s grown old,
Mornings are dark, and evenings come apace.
The vines below have lost their purple grace,
And in Forreze the white wrack backward rolled,
Hangs to the hills tempestuous, fold on fold,
And moaning gusts make desolate all the place.
Mine host the month, at thy good hostelry,
Tired limbs I’ll stretch and steaming beast I’ll tether;
Pile on great logs with Gascon hand and free,
And pour the Gascon stuff that laughs at weather;
Swell your tough lungs, north wind, no whit care we,
Singing old songs and drinking wine together.
Hilaire Belloc
Poem Themes: Autumn, October
Hilaire Belloc's other poems:- To the Balliol Men Still in Africa
- The Rebel
- Noël
- Our Lord and Our Lady
- In a Boat
Poems of the other poets with the same name:
Edward Thomas October ("The green elm with the one great bough of gold") Dinah Craik October ("IT is no joy to me to sit") Rose Cooke October ("There comes a time of rest to thee") Paul Dunbar October ("OCTOBER is the treasurer of the year") Paul Hayne October ("THE passionate Summer's dead! the sky's a-glow") John Payne October ("OCTOBER, May of the descending days") Ellis Butler October ("The forest holds high carnival to-day") Elinor Wylie October ("Beauty has a tarnished dress") Robert Frost October ("O hushed October morning mild") William Bryant October ("Ay, thou art welcome, heaven’s delicious breath!") Ella Wilcox October ("Gone are the Spring and Summer from the year") Ina Coolbrith October ("THE summer-rose is dead") Edgar Guest October ("Days are gettin' shorter an' the air a keener snap") Alice Cary October ("Not the light of the long blue Summer") George Arnold October ("On hill and field October’s glories fade")
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