October by Edward Thomas
b"Edward Thomas read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/\\nGiving voice to the poetry of the past.\\n\\n---------------------------------------------\\n\\nOctober\\nby Edward Thomas (1878 \\u2013 1917)\\n\\nThe green elm with the one great bough of gold \\nLets leaves into the grass slip, one by one, \\u2013 \\nThe short hill grass, the mushrooms small milk-white, \\nHarebell and scabious and tormentil, \\nThat blackberry and gorse, in dew and sun, \\nBow down to; and the wind travels too light \\nTo shake the fallen birch leaves from the fern; \\nThe gossamers wander at their own will. \\nAt heavier steps than birds' the squirrels scold. \\nThe rich scene has grown fresh again and new \\nAs Spring and to the touch is not more cool \\nThan it is warm to the gaze; and now I might \\nAs happy be as earth is beautiful, \\nWere I some other or with earth could turn \\nIn alternation of violet and rose, \\nHarebell and snowdrop, at their season due, \\nAnd gorse that has no time not to be gay. \\nBut if this be not happiness, \\u2013 who knows? \\nSome day I shall think this a happy day, \\nAnd this mood by the name of melancholy \\nShall no more blackened and obscured be."