Autumn Day, An
A twittering dream of melody new-born,
Rare love-notes fluting in the lucent grey,
A wilderness of song when sunbeams play,
And tremulous drops the gossamer adorn:
Now joyous discord thrills the risen morn—
The sweeping scythe, the slowly creaking dray,
And whirr of wings that, wheeling, scream away
To flash their jewels through the golden corn:
No threat of winter chills the drowsing hours,
Undimmed the forest shadows flicker and creep,
The fire of summer smoulders in the west:
The orange grove is rich with fruit and flowers,
When Autumn—waiting—lightly falls asleep,
Dreaming the springtide nestles in her breast.
Rare love-notes fluting in the lucent grey,
A wilderness of song when sunbeams play,
And tremulous drops the gossamer adorn:
Now joyous discord thrills the risen morn—
The sweeping scythe, the slowly creaking dray,
And whirr of wings that, wheeling, scream away
To flash their jewels through the golden corn:
No threat of winter chills the drowsing hours,
Undimmed the forest shadows flicker and creep,
The fire of summer smoulders in the west:
The orange grove is rich with fruit and flowers,
When Autumn—waiting—lightly falls asleep,
Dreaming the springtide nestles in her breast.
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