[JustAmy]

October
by William Morris

O love, turn from the changing sea and gaze,
Down these grey slopes, upon the year grown old,
A-dying 'mid the autumn-scented haze
That hangeth o'er the hollow in the wold,
Where the wind-bitten ancient elms infold
Grey church, long barn, orchard, and red-roofed stead,
Wrought in dead days for men a long while dead.

Come down, O love; may not our hands still meet,
Since still we live today, forgetting June,
Forgetting May, deeming October sweet? -
- Oh, hearken! hearken! through the afternoon
The grey tower sings a strange old tinkling tune!
Sweet, sweet, and sad, the toiling year's last breath,
To satiate of life, to strive with death.
>BR? And we too -will it not be soft and kind,
That rest from life, from patience, and from pain,
That rest from bliss we know not when we find,
That rest from love which ne'er the end can gain?
- Hark! how the tune swells, that erewhile did wane!
Look up, love! -Ah! cling close, and never move!
How can I have enough of life and love?

[JustAmy]

[MeekOneGOP]

Mornin', everybody ! Happy Friday !

Have a cup while you FReep !

[dansangel]

Happy ***FRiday*** to all at "Poetry and Potpourri!

The Fall season is hitting the South hard and fast this year. Enjoying the lower temps but hoping the winter doesn't decide to break loose with pent-up fury after last year's rather mild one.

((((((((HUGS)))))))) to all for a great day!

[Calpernia]

Morning to the Potpourri!

[Billie]

Good morning, Amy and P & P FRiends. Lovely October poem today!

[firewalk]

Good morning (very nice opening graphic & poem)

hope everyone has a nice day

[Aquamarine]

Beethoven's Ninth

Click on the pic

[Victoria Delsoul]

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

-- Christina Rossetti