To Autumn（1 / 2）

Johs

Ⅰ

Season of ists and llow fruitfulness,

Close boso-friend of the aturg sun;

spirg with hi how to load and bless

With fruit the ves that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the ossd ttage-trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeo the re;

To swell the gourd, and pp the hazel shells

With a sweet kero set buddg ore,

And still ore, ter flowers for the bees,

Until they thk war days will never cease,

For sur has oer-brid their cy cells.

II

Who hath not seen thee oft aid thy store?

Sotis whoever seeks abroad ay fd

Thee sittg careless on a granary floor,

Thy hair soft-lifted by the nog d;

Or on a half-reapd furrow sound asleep,