I ran out in the morning when the air was clean and new, <br />And all the grass was glittering, grey with autumn dew, <br />I ran out to the apple trees and pulled an apple down, <br />And all the bells were ringing in the old grey town. <br /> <br />Down in the town, off the bridges and the grass, <br />They are sweeping up the leaves to let the people pass, <br />Sweeping up the old leaves, golden-reds and browns, <br />While the men go to lecture with the wind in their gowns.<br /><br />Francis Macdonald Cornford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-morning-at-cambridge/
