O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain’d
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof, there thou mayest rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers. William Blake, To Autumn
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. George Eliot
Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits. Samuel Butler
The drawn-out sobs of autumn’s violins wound my heart with a monotonous languor. Paul Verlaine
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall. F Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby