I Was Born In October
Ripe are October's glories: Come away!
Hushed are the waiting woods: their rustling robes
Of mildest tints, create within my soul
Emotions meet for melancholy song!
~James Rigg, "The Poet's Ramble in October," Wild Flower Lyrics and Other Poems, 1897
Hushed are the waiting woods: their rustling robes
Of mildest tints, create within my soul
Emotions meet for melancholy song!
~James Rigg, "The Poet's Ramble in October," Wild Flower Lyrics and Other Poems, 1897