Classic Poem

When Autumn bleak and sunburnt do appear,
With his gold hand gilding the falling leaf,
Bringing up Winter to fulfil the year,
Bearing upon his back the ripèd sheaf,
When all the hills with woody seed is white,
When levin-fires and lemes do meet from far the sight;
When the fair apple, red as even sky,
Do bend the tree unto the fruitful ground.
When juicy pears, and berries of black dye,
Do dance in air, and call the eyes around;
Then, be the even foul, or even fair,
Methinks my hartys joy is steyncèd with some care.