OCTOBER

O hushed october morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall
Tomorrows wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
tomorrow they may come and go.
O hushed october morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seems to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of the day;
At noon releases another leaf ;
One from our trees, and one from far away;
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the graper's sake,if the were all,
whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
whose clustered fruit must else be lost..
For the grapes sake alone the all...


ROBERT FROST