I4 2 IN THE FALL.
IN THE FALL.
AWAY to the mountain, away to the fountain ! Hie off to the hill-circled glen ; Go bathe in the billow, clasp waves for a pillow ;
The summer is on us again ! Hearts loving and tender communion surrender When the woods breathe their jubilant call ; "From the cities come hither, ere spring-flowers
wither;" We shall all meet again " in the fall."
There are carpets of flowers spread out in the bowers,
Gay pictures not hung on a nail ; Soft couches of clover in meadows all over
Bestudded with daisies so pale.
There are mirrors not gilded, but in the green builded,
Just polished by breathings of June ; And arches so solemn, where shadow and column
Make twilight beneath them at noon.
All softened and shaded by curtains vine-braided,
Leaf-curtains gold shot with the sun, In the moon s glowing splendor, when evening grows tender,
The emerald hue fades to dun ; Then lamps, angel-lighted for pilgrims benighted,
Are hung from the night s bending arch ; And for lullaby song, all the summer night long
The cricket shall chirp in the larch.
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