Across the land a faint blue veil of mist <br />Seems hung; the woods wear yet arrayment sober <br />Till frost shall make them flame; silent and whist <br />The drooping cherry orchards of October <br />Like mournful pennons hang their shrivelling leaves <br />Russet and orange: all things now decay; <br />Long since ye garnered in your autumn sheaves, <br />And sad the robins pipe at set of day. <br /> <br />Now do ye dream of Spring when greening shaws <br />Confer with the shrewd breezes, and of slopes <br />Flower-kirtled, and of April, virgin guest; <br />Days that ye love, despite their windy flaws, <br />Since they are woven with all joys and hopes <br />Whereof ye nevermore shall be possessed.<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/october-10/
