Digne du poème John Keats, To Autumn, 1820, écrit aussi en septembre.
L'automne comme une caresse, bien mieux que le printemps!

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core
Mon amitié
Dumnac