1O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
2With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
3Beneath my shady roof; there thou mayst rest,
4And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
5And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
6Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
7"The narrow bud opens her beauties to
8The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
9Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
10Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
11Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
12And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.
13"The spirits of the air live in the smells
14Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
15The gardens, or sits singing in the trees."
16Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,
17Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak
18Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.
1O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
2With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
3Beneath my shady roof; there thou mayst rest,
4And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
5And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
6Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
7"The narrow bud opens her beauties to
8The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
9Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
10Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
11Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
12And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.
13"The spirits of the air live in the smells
14Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
15The gardens, or sits singing in the trees."
16Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,
17Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak
18Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof;
there thou mayst rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
"The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.
"The spirits of the air live in the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees."
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,
Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.
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