Here you will find the Poem Picture of Autumn of poet Thomas Chatterton
When autumn, bleak and sun-burnt, do appear, With his gold hand gilting the falling leaf, Bringing up winter to fulfil the year, Bearing upon his back the riped sheaf; When all the hills with woody seed are white, When levying fires, and lemes, do meet from far the sight: When the fair apple, rudde as even sky, Do bend the tree unto the fructile ground. When juicy pears, and berries of black dye, Do dance in air and call the eyne around; Then, be the even foul, or even fair, Methinks my hearte's joy is stained with some care.
