an autumn thought.
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How brightly the October sunlight gleams
Over the changing forest. See! tall shafts
Of opal, or of amber, rise around,
Like pillars of a genii's banquet hall;
With a fair dome of sapphire over them,
Exceeding beautiful!
Over the changing forest. See! tall shafts
Of opal, or of amber, rise around,
Like pillars of a genii's banquet hall;
With a fair dome of sapphire over them,
Exceeding beautiful!
For me they wear,
These frost-touched forest leaves of varied hue,
A beauty which the summer yieldeth not,
Despite its wealth of flowers. I love thee, June!
With thy soft breath, and deeply azure skies,
And purple twilight hours; but more I love
A noon-tide ramble in the Autumn woods,
When through the half-stript branches streams the sun,
And 'neath our feet the dry leaves rustle;
When answering echo mocks the sportsman's gun,
And swift across our path the squirrel springs,
Or nimble-looted hare. The Autumn gales
Have a reviving influence, and awake
A thought of earlier hours, whcn there seemed
No shadow in the sunshine, and the streams
These frost-touched forest leaves of varied hue,
A beauty which the summer yieldeth not,
Despite its wealth of flowers. I love thee, June!
With thy soft breath, and deeply azure skies,
And purple twilight hours; but more I love
A noon-tide ramble in the Autumn woods,
When through the half-stript branches streams the sun,
And 'neath our feet the dry leaves rustle;
When answering echo mocks the sportsman's gun,
And swift across our path the squirrel springs,
Or nimble-looted hare. The Autumn gales
Have a reviving influence, and awake
A thought of earlier hours, whcn there seemed
No shadow in the sunshine, and the streams
