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Poem by Robert Lee Frost
October
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if the were all,
Whose elaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost--
For the grapes’ sake along the all.
Robert Lee Frost
Poem Theme: October
Robert Lee Frost's other poems:- The Sound of the Trees
- The Housekeeper
- Love and a Question
- On a Tree Fallen Across the Road
- Acceptance
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") Hilaire Belloc October ("Look, how those steep woods on the mountain’s face") Elinor Wylie October ("Beauty has a tarnished dress") 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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