October    by Robert Frost - 1913 For questions or comments write to me at jmorris@zoo.uvm.edu    O  hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened  to the fall; To-morrow's wind,if it be w i L d, Should waste them all.         The ^{crows above} the forest call; To-morrow they may form and go.           _Make the day seem to us less _brief.         Hearts not averse to being beguiled,  Beguile us in the way you know;    _Re^lease one _leaf at break of d_ay; At noon release another _leaf;  One from our trees, one far away;        _Retard the sun with gentle ^mi_{st; Enchant} the land with amet_hyst. S   l   o   w  s   l   o   w! For the grapes' sake, if they were all, are burnt with frost, Whose clustered fruit must else be lost For the grapes 'sake along   the  wall.