THE EVERGREEN. S AUTUMN. EASON of mist and mellow fruitfulness, Conspiring with him how to load and bless, With fruit the vines that round the thatch eaves run; To bend with apples the mossed cottage trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness in the core; Until they think warm days will never cease, Who hath not seen thee oft amidst thy store! Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft lifted by the winnowing wind; |