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Sunday, October 11, 2009

Autumn Splendor..


O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain’d
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.

“The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.

“The spirits of the air live in the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.”
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,
Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.

To Autumn ~ William Blake 1743

10 comments:

Betsy said...

That was beautiful!

L. D. Burgus said...

Very nice writing from William Blanke and a beyond marvelous photo. What a wonderful fall photograph. Great job!

Sunny said...

Beauty for the eye and soul. Lovely.
Sunny :)

Andora said...

That was sooo nice Jo!!!!!!
beautiful picture..

The Retired One said...

Wonderful quote of literature....and the photo is beautiful.
I just went out in the woods this last week and took some photos that are similar. Isn't fall glorious?

jeannette stgermain said...

Splendor it is! Thank you for sharing!

bennie and patsy said...

That just said it all.
Patsy

Snapper II said...

Beautiful tribute to Autumn.
Hope you have successfuly cast out the deamons from your computer.

Miss Daisy said...

Beautifully said. I love autumn. It's one of my favorite seasons.

Clare said...

What a beautiful picture and poem. Thank you for brightening a gloomy day