 | At the holy well |  |
IN OCTOBER.
October morning!—how the sun
Glitters on glowing shock and sheaf,
On apple crisp with mellow gold,
On wonder-painted leaf!
Glitters on glowing shock and sheaf,
On apple crisp with mellow gold,
On wonder-painted leaf!
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October evening!—look, the moon,
Like one in faëry lands benighted!
Frost out-of-doors bites sharp; within,
Good, our first fire is lighted!
Like one in faëry lands benighted!
Frost out-of-doors bites sharp; within,
Good, our first fire is lighted!
| At the holy well | |