The month of carnival of all the year, <br />When Nature lets the wild earth go its way, <br />And spend whole seasons on a single day. <br />The spring-time holds her white and purple dear; <br />October, lavish, flaunts them far and near; <br />The summer charily her reds doth lay <br />Like jewels on her costliest array; <br />October, scornful, burns them on a bier. <br />The winter hoards his pearls of frost in sign <br />Of kingdom: whiter pearls than winter knew, <br />Oar empress wore, in Egypt's ancient line, <br />October, feasting 'neath her dome of blue, <br />Drinks at a single draught, slow filtered through <br />Sunshiny air, as in a tingling wine!<br /><br />Helen Hunt Jackson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-calendar-of-sonnets-october/
