Then came October, full of merry glee.
Edmund Spenser
The trees are in their autumn beauty
The woodland paths are dry
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky.
William Butler Yeats
Then came October, full of merry glee.
Edmund Spenser
The trees are in their autumn beauty
The woodland paths are dry
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky.
William Butler Yeats