Poems (Henderson)/October
For works with similar titles, see October.
OCTOBER.
October! Oh! October!
Pour out thy royal wine,
Thy days of golden glory,
Thy daisy-stars are mine;
I know where tall red cardinals,
Along the river grow,
Where grapes in purple clusters,
From oaken boughs hang low.
Pour out thy royal wine,
Thy days of golden glory,
Thy daisy-stars are mine;
I know where tall red cardinals,
Along the river grow,
Where grapes in purple clusters,
From oaken boughs hang low.
I know where in the forest's heart,
There glow the brightest leaves,
Where lie the acorn's thickest,
And where the cricket grieves.
Oh! there, the sumach flaunteth,
Her radiant plumes of flame,
And there the partridge drummeth,
Her wings among the fern.
There glow the brightest leaves,
Where lie the acorn's thickest,
And where the cricket grieves.
Oh! there, the sumach flaunteth,
Her radiant plumes of flame,
And there the partridge drummeth,
Her wings among the fern.
October! Oh! October!
When last thy golden leaves,
Shone in thy purple gloaming,
And gleamed thy garnered sheaves
Oh! love, dear love, I wooed thee.
The glory of that hour,
The hidden bud of promise,
Hath brought its perfect flower.
When last thy golden leaves,
Shone in thy purple gloaming,
And gleamed thy garnered sheaves
Oh! love, dear love, I wooed thee.
The glory of that hour,
The hidden bud of promise,
Hath brought its perfect flower.
October! dear October!
When next thy sweet winds blow,
The crown of wifely blessing,
Upon my darling's brow,
Shall fall to rest forever,
When next thy daisies blow.
When next thy sweet winds blow,
The crown of wifely blessing,
Upon my darling's brow,
Shall fall to rest forever,
When next thy daisies blow.
