Autumn
Then came the Autumn all in yellow clad,
As though he joyèd in his plenteous store,
Laden with fruits that made him laugh, full glad
That he had banished hunger, which to-fore
Had by the belly oft him pinchèd sore:
Upon his head a wreath, that was enroll’d
With ears of corn of every sort, he bore;
And in his hand a sickle he did hold,
To reap the ripen’d fruits the which the earth had yold.
Edmund Spenser.
From “The Faerie Queene.”