Oct 7, 2013

To Autumn ~ a Poem by William Blake

O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st 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.


William Blake
 
Good light and happy photo making! Happy Day, Juergen

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