One of my favourite autumn poems I learned as memory work in Grade 5. (They were big on memory work in the 60's!) I love the quick flowing musical rhythm and the interesting rhyme scheme! The varied length of the lines is unique. You can't help but join in the author's invigorated mood and feel your heart beat rapidly with the excitement and enthusiasm for fall!
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood --
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
Mother of Invention, just wanting to put these words to a tune!