To Autumn<\/p>\n
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
\nConspiring with him how to load and bless
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
\nTo bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
\nAnd still more, later flowers for the bees,
\nUntil they think warm days will never cease,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.<\/p>\n
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
\nThee sitting careless on a granary floor,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
\nOr on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
\nAnd sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Steady thy laden head across a brook;
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.<\/p>\n
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,\u2014
\nWhile barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
\nThen in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Among the river sallows borne aloft
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
\nAnd full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
To Autumn Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel … Continue reading Annotated Full Text<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4794,"featured_media":0,"parent":312,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-318","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.dickinson.edu\/digitalmethodsforthehumanities\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/318","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.dickinson.edu\/digitalmethodsforthehumanities\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.dickinson.edu\/digitalmethodsforthehumanities\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.dickinson.edu\/digitalmethodsforthehumanities\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4794"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.dickinson.edu\/digitalmethodsforthehumanities\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=318"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.dickinson.edu\/digitalmethodsforthehumanities\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/318\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.dickinson.edu\/digitalmethodsforthehumanities\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/312"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.dickinson.edu\/digitalmethodsforthehumanities\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=318"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}