Jostling together while brocaded leaves
Float down upon them—there is the whole scene—
The pith of autumn! scarlet wizardry
Soft-tapping on the dull brown parasols
Which hide invisible bright faces. . . .
Idly I turn the squares
Each one the marrow of some delicate mood.
Float down upon them—there is the whole scene—
The pith of autumn! scarlet wizardry
Soft-tapping on the dull brown parasols
Which hide invisible bright faces. . . .
Idly I turn the squares
Each one the marrow of some delicate mood.
