Last night I heard a fierce wind riding by,
Rattling my western window, and no ray
Of moon or star illumined the black sky.
Older the year has grown; the wind that came
Across the changing world last night to ride,
Passed here a year ago; it is the same
That rose before and summer’s strength defied.
Ah, it is you, my old, familiar friend
October, come to pitch your tents awhile,
Madly descending from the earth’s far end