Clouds gather, treetops toss and sway;
But pour us wine, an old one!
That we may turn this dreary day
To golden; yes, to golden!
...
Read full text
This poem is much better than the 5.3 rating out of ten from the 33 voters so far. I especially like the last two verses: Autumn has come, but never fear, Wait but a little while yet, Spring will be here, the skies will clear, And fields stand deep in violets. The heavenly blue of fresh new days Oh, friend, you must employ them Before they pass away. Be brave! Enjoy them; oh, enjoy them!
that ad is just horrible. wish i could mute it. her obnoxious voice is like scratching a blackboard