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Poem
October 23, 1788
The New York Journal, And Weekly Register
New York, New York County, New York
What is this article about?
A lyrical poem mourning the swift departure of summer, the desolation brought by autumn and winter, and the rural sorrow for lost warmth, ending with acceptance of seasonal cycles and hope for renewal.
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POET'S CORNER
OCTOBER.
'Tis we! how swift the summer flies,
And leaves the hapless shore;
While we, beneath the low'ring skies,
Her absence must deplore.
See hostile autumn sweeps the land,
And strips the drooping trees:
Lo! how they moulder from her hand,
And fall at every breeze.
Stern boist'rous winter will prevail,
And drive his fleeces on:
Wail! how the swains the summer wail,
And mourn the season gone.
No more the morn shall blushing rise,
And nightly dews exhale:
No more shall gild the eastern skies,
Or cheer the bleating vale.
But unlucky, gloomy, low'ring black,
Reluctant drop along;
Ah! turn departing summer back,
Restore the rural song.
But hence, vain wish, false hope away!
Will she obey the swain?
She flies to hear some nobler lay,
On some more happy plain.
Or wherefore murmur, 'cause she flies,
Or pine at her depart?
Soon she again more bright shall rise,
And cheer each rural heart.
OCTOBER.
'Tis we! how swift the summer flies,
And leaves the hapless shore;
While we, beneath the low'ring skies,
Her absence must deplore.
See hostile autumn sweeps the land,
And strips the drooping trees:
Lo! how they moulder from her hand,
And fall at every breeze.
Stern boist'rous winter will prevail,
And drive his fleeces on:
Wail! how the swains the summer wail,
And mourn the season gone.
No more the morn shall blushing rise,
And nightly dews exhale:
No more shall gild the eastern skies,
Or cheer the bleating vale.
But unlucky, gloomy, low'ring black,
Reluctant drop along;
Ah! turn departing summer back,
Restore the rural song.
But hence, vain wish, false hope away!
Will she obey the swain?
She flies to hear some nobler lay,
On some more happy plain.
Or wherefore murmur, 'cause she flies,
Or pine at her depart?
Soon she again more bright shall rise,
And cheer each rural heart.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
Pastoral
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Summer Departure
Autumn Desolation
Winter Approach
Rural Lament
Seasonal Cycles
Poem Details
Title
October.
Subject
Lament For The End Of Summer
Form / Style
Rhymed Stanzas In Iambic Meter
Key Lines
'Tis We! How Swift The Summer Flies,
And Leaves The Hapless Shore;
See Hostile Autumn Sweeps The Land,
And Strips The Drooping Trees:
Soon She Again More Bright Shall Rise,
And Cheer Each Rural Heart.