“No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace / As I have seen in one autumnal face.”
– from “Elegy IX: The Autumnal,” by John Donne
“It is enough/ To smell, to crumble the dark earth. / While the robin sings over again / Sad songs of Autumn mirth.”
– from “Digging” by Edward Thomas
“In paradise, the fruits were ripe, the first minute, and in heaven it is always Autumn. His mercies are ever in their maturity.”
– from a Christmas sermon, John Donne
