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