Table of Contents
Native Tongues
Volume 8 Edition 1
To Autumn
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest,
And tune they 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 -
Fall 1998 Winners
Fall 1998 Entries
To Spring
O thou, with dewy locks, who lookest down
Thro' the clear windows of the morning; turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails they approach, O Spring!
- William Blake -
Spring 1999 Winners
Spring 1999 Entries