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Poem by William Cullen Bryant
October
Ay, thou art welcome, heaven’s delicious breath!
When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay
In the gay woods and in the golden air,
Like to a good old age released from care,
Journeying, in long serenity, away.
In such a bright, late quiet, would that I
Might wear out life like thee, ’mid bowers and brooks
And dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,
And music of kind voices ever nigh;
And when my last sand twinkled in the glass,
Pass silently from men, as thou dost pass.
William Cullen Bryant
William Cullen Bryant's other poems:- The Greek Boy
- A Walk at Sunset
- Rizpah
- Song of Marion's Men
- The Hunter of the Prairies
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") Alice Cary October ("Not the light of the long blue Summer") 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") Hilaire Belloc October ("Look, how those steep woods on the mountain’s face") Ellis Butler October ("The forest holds high carnival to-day") Ella Wilcox October ("Gone are the Spring and Summer from the year") Elinor Wylie October ("Beauty has a tarnished dress") Robert Frost October ("O hushed October morning mild") Ina Coolbrith October ("THE summer-rose is dead") Edgar Guest October ("Days are gettin' shorter an' the air a keener snap")
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