Emily Dickinson - The name—of it—is lyrics

656 The name—of it—is "Autumn" The hue—of it—is Blood An Artery—upon the Hill A Vein—along the Road Great Globules—in the Alleys And Oh, the Shower of Stain When Winds—upset the Basin And spill the Scarlet Rain It sprinkles Bonnets—far below It gathers ruddy Pools Then—eddies like a Rose—away Upon Vermilion Wheels