October.
Crack your first nut, light your first fire,
Roast your chestnuts, crisp on the bar,
Make the logs sparkle, stir the blaze higher;
Logs are as cheery as sun or as star,
Logs we can find wherever we are.
Spring, one soft day, will open the leaves,
Spring, one bright day, will lure back the flowers;
Never fancy my whistling wind grieves,
Never fancy I’ve tears in my showers;