Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.
October, by Robert Frost
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