 October by Dinah Maria Mullock-Crake RedForLibbyRox.org by Algypug It is no joy for me to sit on dreamy summer eaves, when, silently, the timid moon kisses the sleeping leaves, and all things through the fair hushed earth love, rest, but nothing grieves. Better I like old autumn, with his hair tossed to and fro, firm striding all the stubble fields where the equinoctials blow. When, shrinkingly, the sun creeps up through misty mornings cold, and robin on the orchard hedge sings cheerily and bold, while heavily the frosted plum drops downward on the mould, and as he passes autumn into earth's lap does throw, brown apples gay in a game of play as the equinoctials blow. When the spent year its carol sings into a humble psalm asks no more for the pleasure draught but for the cup of balm, and all its storms and sunshine bursts, controls to one brave calm, then step by step walks autumn, with steady eyes that show, nor grief nor fear, to the death of the year, while the equinoctials blow. October by Dino Maria Mollock Crick, read for Librevox.org by Anita Sloma-Martinez. It is no joy to me to sit on dreamy summer eaves, when silently the timid moon kisses the sleeping leaves, and all things through the fair hushed earth love, rest, but nothing grieves, better I like old autumn, with his hair tossed to and fro, firm striding o'er the stubble fields when the equinoctials blow. When shrinkingly the sun creeps up through misty mornings cold, and robin on the orchard hedge sings cheerily and bold, while heavily the frosted plum drops downward on the mould, and as he passes autumn into earth's lap does throw, round apples gay in a game of play as the equinoctials blow. One of the spent year its carol sings into a humble psalm, asks no more for the pleasure draught but for the cup of balm, and all its storms and sunshine bursts controls to one brave calm, then step by step walks autumn, with steady eyes that show, nor grief, nor fear, to the death of the year when the equinoctials blow. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. October by Dinah Maria Mulock-Crake, read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachuk. It is no joy to me to sit on dreamy summer eaves when silently the timid moon kisses the sleeping leaves, and all things through the fair hushed earth love rest, but nothing grieves. Better I like old autumn, with his hair tossed to and fro, firm striding o'er the stubble fields when the equinoctials blow, when shrinkingly the sun creeps up through misty mornings cold, and robin on the orchard hedge sings cheerily and bold, while heavily the frosted plum drops downward on the mould, and as he passes autumn into earth's lap does throw brown apples gay in a game of play as the equinoctials blow, when the spent year its carol sings into a humble psalm, asks no more for the pleasure draft but for the cup of balm, and all its storms and sunshine bursts controls to one brave calm, then step by step walks autumn with steady eyes that show, nor grief nor fear to the death of the year while the equinoctials blow. October by Dina Maria Mulak Kraik, read for LibriVox.org by Christine Lehmann. It is no joy to me to sit on dreamy summer eaves when silently the timid moon kisses the sleeping leaves, and all things through the fair hushed earth love rest, but nothing grieves. Here I like old autumn, with his hair tossed to and fro, firm striding o'er the stubble fields when the equinoctials blow, when shrinkingly the sun creeps up through misty mornings cold, and robin on the orchard hedge sings cheerily and bold, while heavily the frosted plum drops downward on the mold, and as he passes autumn into earth's lap does throw, brown apples gay in a game of play as the equinoctials blow. When the spent year its carol sings into a humble psalm, asks no more for the pleasure draft but for the cup of balm, and all its storms and sunshine bursts controls to one brave calm, then step by step walks autumn, with steady eyes that show, nor grief, nor fear, to the death of the year, while the equinoctials blow. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. October by Dina Maria Mulak Kraik, read for LibriVox.org by Caitlin Buckley. It is no joy to me to sit on dreamy summer eaves when silently the timid moon kisses the sleeping leaves, and all things through the fair hushed earth love rest, but nothing grieves. Better I like old autumn, with his hair tossed to and fro, firm striding o'er the stubble fields when the equinoctials blow, when shrinkingly the sun creeps up through misty mornings cold, and robin on the orchard hedge sings cheerily and bold, while heavily the frosted plum drops downward on the mold, and as he passes autumn, in two earth's lap does throw, brown apples, gay in a game of play, as the equinoctials blow. When the spent year its carol sings into a humble Psalm, asks no more for the pleasure draft but for the cup of balm, and all its storms and sunshine bursts controls to one brave calm, then step by step walks autumn, with steady eyes that show, nor grief, nor fear to the death of the year, while the equinoctials blow. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. October by Dana Maria Milok Crack, read for lippifox.org by John Horner from Literal. It is no joy to me to sit on dreamy summer eaves when silently the timid moon kisses the sleeping leaves, and all things through the fair hushed earth love rest, but nothing grieves, better I like old autumn, with his hair tossed to and fro, firm striding over the stubble fields when the equinoctials blow. When strikingly the sun creeps up through misty mornings cold, and robin on the orchard hedge sings cheerily and bold, while heavily the frosted plum drops downward on the mold, and as he passes autumn into earth's lap does through brine apples gay in the game of play as the equinoctials blow. When the spent year its carl sings into a humble psalm, asks no more for the pleasure dropped but for the cup of balm, and all its storms and sunshine bursts controls to one brave calm, then step by step walks autumn, with steady eyes that show, nor grief, nor fear to the death of the year, while the equinoctials blow, and a form this recording is in the public domain. October by Dinah Maria Moloch Crake Read for Librebox.org by David Lawrence It is no joy to me to sit on dreamy summer eaves when silently the timid moon kisses the sleeping leaves, and all things through the fair hushed earths love, rest, but nothing grieves. Better, I like old autumn, with his hair tossed to and fro, firm striding o'er the stubble fields when the equinoctials blow. When shrinkingly the sun creeps up through misty mornings cold, and robin on the orchard hedge sings cheerily and bold, while heavily the frosted plum drops downward on the mould, and as he passes autumn into earth's slap does throw brown apples gay in a game of play as the equinoctials blow. When the spent year its carol sings into a humble psalm, asks no more for the pleasure dropped but for the cup of balm, and all its storms and sunshine bursts controls to one brave calm. Then step by step walks autumn, with steady eyes that show nor grief nor fear, to the death of the year while the equinoctials blow. This recording is in the public domain. October by Dinah Mariah Mullock Craig, read for LibriVox.org by Newgate Novelist. It is no joy to me to sit on dreamy summer eaves, when silently the timid moon kisses the sleeping leaves, and all things through the fair hushed earth love rest. But nothing grieves, better I like old autumn, with his hair tossed to and fro, firm striding or the stubble fields, when the equinoctials blow. When shrinkingly the sun creeps up through misty mornings cold, and robin on the orchard hedge sings cheerily and bold, while heavily the frosted plum drops downward on the mould, and as he passes autumn into earth's lap does throw brown apples gay in a game of play as the equinoctials blow. When the spent year its carol sings into a humble psalm, asks no more for the pleasure dropped but for the cup of balm, and all its storms and sunshine bursts controls to one brave calm. Then step by step walks autumn, with steady eyes that show nor grief nor fear, to the death of the year, while the equinoctials blow. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. October by Dinah Maria Mullick Craig read for LibriVox.org by Aaron Stone. It is no joy to me to sit on dreamy summer eaves when silently the timid moon kisses the sleeping leaves and all things through the fair hushed earth love rest but nothing grieves better I like old autumn with his hair tossed to and fro firm striding over the stubble fields when the equinoctials blow when shrinkingly the sun creeps up through misty mornings cold and Robin on the orchard hedge sings cheerily and bold while heavily the frosted plum drops downward on the mould and as he passes autumn into earth's lap does throw brown apples gay in a game of play as the equinoctials blow when the spent year it's Carol seems into a humble song asks no more for the pleasure dropped but for the cup of balm and all its storms and sunshine bursts control to one brave calm then step by step walks autumn with steady eyes that show nor grief nor fear to the death of the year while the equinoctials blow end of poem this recording is in the public domain October by Dinah Maria Mullick Craig read for LibriVox.org by Graham Scott Cheltenham England Graham Scott audio.com it is no joy to me to sit on dreamy summer eaves when silently the timid moon kisses the sleeping leaves and all things through the fair hushed earth love rest but nothing grieves better I like old autumn with his hair tossed to and fro firm striding or the stubble fields when the equinoctials blow when shrinkingly the sun creeps up through misty mornings cold and Robin on the orchard hedge sings cheerily and bold while heavily the frosted plum drops downward on the mold and as he passes autumn into earth's lap doth throw brown apples gay in a game of play as the equinoctials blow when the spent year it's Carol sings into a humble psalm asks no more for the pleasure draft but for the cup of balm and all its storms and sunshine bursts controls to one brave calm then step by step walks autumn with steady eyes that show nor grief nor fear to the death of the year when the equinoxials blow end of poem this recording is in the public domain October by Dinah Maria mulek crake read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett it is no joy to me to sit on dreamy summer eaves when silently the timid moon kisses the sleeping leaves and all things through the fair hushed earth love rest but nothing grieves better I like old autumn with his hair tossed to and fro firm striding or the stubble fields when the equinoxials blow when shrinkingly the sun creeps up through misty mornings cold and Robin on the orchard hedge sings cheerily and bold while heavily the frosted plum drops downward on the mold and as he passes autumn into earth's lap does throw brown apples gay in a game of play as the equinoxials blow when the spent year its carol sings into a humble psalm asks no more for the pleasure draft but for the cup of balm and all its storms and sunshine bursts controls to one brave calm then step by step walks autumn with steady eyes that show nor grief nor fear to the death of the year while the equinoxials blow end of poem this recording is in the public domain October by Dinah Maria mulek crake read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson it is no joy to me to sit on dreamy summer eaves when silently the timid moon kisses the sleeping leaves and all things through the fair hushed earth love rest but nothing grieves better i like old autumn with his hair tossed to and fro firm striding or the stubble fields when the equinoxials blow when shrinkingly the sun creeps up through the misty morning cold and Robin on the orchard hedge sings cheerily and bold while heavily the frosted plum droops downward on the mold and as he passes autumn into earth's lap does throw brown apples gay in a game of play as the equinoxials blow when the spent year its carol sings into a humble psalm ask no more for the pleasure's draft but for the cup of balm and all its storms and sunshine bursts controls to one brave calm then step by step walks autumn with steady eyes that show nor grief nor fear to the death of the year while the equinoxials blow in the poem this recording is in the public domain October by Dinah Maria mulek crake read for LibriVox.org by Neema it is no joy for me to sit on dreamy summer eaves when silently the timid moon kisses the sleeping leaves and all things through the fair hushed earth love rest but nothing grieves better I like old autumn with his hair tossed to and fro firm striding or the stubble fields when the equinoxials blow when shrinkingly the sun creeps up through misty mornings cold and Robin on the orchard hedge sings cheerly in bold while heavily the frosted plum drops downward on the mold and as he passes autumn into earth's lap does throw brown apples gay in a game of play as the equinoxials blow when the spent year its carol sings into a humble psalm asked no more for the pleasure draft but for the cup of balm and all its storms and sunshine burst controls to unbrave calm then step by step walks autumn with steady eyes that show nor grief nor fear to the death of the year while the equinoxials blow end of poem this recording is in the public domain october by dina maria mulloch craig red for lever vox.org by sarah brown october 10th 2019 s extension vermont it is no joy to me to sit on dreamy summer eaves when silently the timid moon kisses the sleeping leaves and all things through the fair hushed earth love rest but nothing grieves better i like old autumn with his hair tossed to and fro firm striding or the stubble fields when the equinoxials blow when shrinkingly the sun creeps up through misty mornings cold and robin on the orchard hedge sinks cheerily and bold while heavily the frosted plum drops downward on the mold and as he passes autumn into earth's lap does throw brown apples gay in a game of play as the equinoxials blow when the spent year its carol sings into a humble psalm asks no more for the pleasure drought but for the cup of balm and all its storms and sunshine bursts controls to one brave calm then step by step walks autumn with steady eyes that show nor grief nor fear to the death of the year while the equinoxials blow end of poem this recording is in the public domain october by dina maria mulloch craig red for lever vox.org by thomas peter it is no joy to me to sit on dreaming summer eaves when silently the timid moon kisses the sleeping leaves and all things through the fair hushed earth love rest but nothing grieves better i like old autumn with his hair tossed to and fro firm striding or the stubble fields when the equinoxials blow when shrinkingly the sun creeps up through misty mornings cold and robin on the orchard hedge sings cheerly and bold while heavily the frosted plum drops downward on the mold and as he passes autumn into earth's lap does throw brown apples gay in a game of play as the equinoxials blow when the spent year its carol sings into a humble psalm asks no more for the pleasure draft but for the cup of bomb and all its storms and sunshine bursts controls to one brave calm then step by step walks autumn with steady eyes that show nor grief nor fear to the death of the year while the equinoxials blow end of poem this recording is in the public domain