| William Blake (1757–1827). The Poetical Works. 1908. | | | | Poetical Sketches | | To Autumn |
| | | O AUTUMN, laden with fruit, and stainèd | |
| With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit | |
| Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest, | |
| And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe, | |
| And all the daughters of the year shall dance! | 5 |
| Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers. | |
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| ‘The narrow bud opens her beauties to | |
| The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins; | |
| Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and | |
| Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve, | 10 |
| Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing, | |
| And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head. | |
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| ‘The spirits of the air live on the smells | |
| Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round | |
| The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.’ | 15 |
| Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat; | |
| Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak | |
| Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load. | | | | |
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