Bending above the spicy woods which blaze,
Arch skies so blue they flash, and hold the sun
Immeasurably far; the waters run
Too slow, so freighted are the river-ways
With gold of elms and birches from the maze
Of forests. Chestnuts, clicking one by one,
Escape from satin burs; her fringes done,
The gentian spreads them out in sunny days,
And, like late revelers at dawn, the chance
Of one sweet, mad, last hour, all things assail,
And conquering, flush and spin; while, to enhance
The spell, by sunset door, wrapped in a veil
Of red and purple mists, the summer, pale,
Steals back alone for one more song and dance.
This poem is in the public domain.
About this Poem
“October” was published in Jackson’s book Verses (Fields, Osgood & Co., 1870).
Helen Hunt Jackson
Helen Hunt Jackson was born in Amherst, Massachussetts, in 1830.
Date Published: 2015-10-11
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/october-0