Classic Poem

Welcome to you, rich Autumn days,
Ere comes the cold, leaf-picking wind;
When golden stocks are seen in fields,
All standing arm-in-arm entwined;
And gallons of sweet cider seen
On trees in apples red and green.

With mellow pears that cheat our teeth,
Which melt that tongues may suck them in,
With blue-black damsons, yellow plums,
And woodnuts rich, to make us go
Into the loneliest lanes we know.