Saturday, November 26, 2011

To Autumn

"The spirits of the air live on the smells
                                            Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.
"Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat;
Then rose, girded himself, and o'er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load."

-   William Blake, To Autumn


  1. ''O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue
    To drown the throat of war! - When the senses
    Are shaken, and the soul is driven to madness,
    Who can stand? When the souls of the oppressed
    Fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand?
    When the whirlwind of fury comes from the
    Throne of God, when the frowns of his countenance
    Drive the nations together, who can stand?
    When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle,
    And sails rejoicing in the flood of Death;
    When souls are torn to everlasting fire,
    And fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain,
    O who can stand? O who hath caused this?
    O who can answer at the throne of God?
    The Kings and Nobles of the Land have done it!
    Hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it!''

  2. I've been wondering what made you remember this poem? What's it in the photo above that made you quote the poem?

  3. You should have asked earlier. It's been a while. I don't remember exactly.