O hushed October morning mild
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow's wind, if it be wild
Should waste them all
The crows above the forest call;
To-morrow they may form and go
O hushed October morning mild
Begin the hours of this day slow
Make the day seem to us less brief
Hearts not averse to being beguiled
Beguile us in the way you know;
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
People have no issue with time passing as long as it is during the gorgeous and enchanting time of October. For me, the word beguile conjures words of naivety and deceit, so Frost could possibly be speaking to people letting the month pass them by without soaking them up. Frost has created a beautiful fantasy of the month October and he never wants it to end, nor should he, look at those leaves! 

October