Thomas Hood

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like silence, listening
To silence, for no read more

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like silence, listening
To silence, for no lonely bird would sing
Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,
Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;--
Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright
With tangled gossamer that fell by night,
Pearling his coronet of golden corn.

All men do not admire and delight in the same objects.

All men do not admire and delight in the same objects.

Take her up tenderly,
Lift her with care;
Fashioned so slenderly,
Young and so read more

Take her up tenderly,
Lift her with care;
Fashioned so slenderly,
Young and so fair!

Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!

Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!

Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.

Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.