In the canon
To Autumn
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1820
- Pages
- Pages 1
A poet watches autumn ripen, harvest and fade through one afternoon, and lets the season's own music make mourning unnecessary.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, close bosom-friend of the maturing sun.
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