Welcome to you rich Autumn days, <br />Ere comes the cold, leaf-picking wind; <br />When golden stocks are seen in fields, <br />All standing arm-in-arm entwined; <br />And gallons of sweet cider seen <br />On trees in apples red and green. <br /> <br />With mellow pears that cheat our teeth, <br />Which melt that tongues may suck them in; <br />With blue-black damsons, yellow plums, <br />Now sweet and soft from stone to skin; <br />And woodnuts rich, to make us go <br />Into the loneliest lanes we know.<br /><br />William Henry Davies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rich-days/
