Charles Dickens

The Poems And Verses Of Charles Dickens

Hail to the merry Autumn days, when yellow corn-fields shine, Far brighter than the costly cup that holds the monarch's wine!Hail to the merry harvest time, the gayest of the year, The time of rich and bounteous crops, rejoicing, and good cheer!'Tis pleasant on a fine Spring morn to see the buds expand, 'Tis pleasant in the Summer time to view the teeming land;'Tis pleasant on a Winter's night to crouch around the blaze, But what are joys like these, my boys, to Autumn's merry days!Then hail to merry Autumn days, when yellow corn-fields shine, Far brighter than the costly cup that holds the monarch's wine!And hail to merry harvest time, the gayest of the year, The time of rich and bounteous crops, rejoicing, and good cheer!Love is not a feeling to pass away, Like the balmy breath of a summer day; It is not it cannot be laid aside; It is not a thing to forget or hide. It clings to the heart, ah, woe is me!As the ivy clings to the old oa