"The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill; The graveyard draws the living still, But never any more the dead."
Tag: Autumn
Poetry: Keats – To Autumn
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and blessWith fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shellsWith a sweet kernel; to set budding more,And …
Poetry: Frost – October
O hushed October morning mild,Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;To-morrow's wind, if it be wild,Should waste them all.The crows above the forest call;To-morrow they may form and go.O hushed October morning mild,Begin the hours of this day slow,Make the day seem to us less brief.Hearts not averse to being beguiled,Beguile us in the way …
Poetry: Shakespeare – Sonnet 73
"This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long." Let us love well and rejoice in these days that we have while we walk them, taking in stride all that the seasons bring with them. #Sonnet73
Poetry: Brontë – O come with me
O come with me, thus ran the song,The moon is bright in Autumn’s sky,And thou hast toiled and laboured longWith aching head and weary eye.Emily Jane Brontë I stumbled across this poem recently. I realized that while I knew of the Brontë sisters’ novels, I knew very little of their poetry. This one stuck out …
Madelyn Rose Craig 