Frosty and stiff—and so are chronicled.
We have read gladness in the new green leaf,
And in the first-blown violets; we have drunk
Cool water from the rock, and in the shade
Sunk to the noontide slumber; we have plucked
The mellow fruitage of the bending tree,
And girded to our pleasant wanderings.
When the cool winds came freshly from the hills,
And when the tinting of the autumn leaves
Had faded from its glory, we have sat