POEMS.
51
But the autumn with its rain-clouds and its thunder tones of wrath,
Blowing from the chilly mountains and the ice fields of the north,
Comes apace and takes precedence of the summer that is flown,
Smites the leaves with fiery fingers with a fury all its own.
Blowing from the chilly mountains and the ice fields of the north,
Comes apace and takes precedence of the summer that is flown,
Smites the leaves with fiery fingers with a fury all its own.
O the surge and moan of winter rushing down the grassy lanes,
O the sorrows of the heavens in the storm-clouds and the rams,
Ere the winter comes with snow wreaths, and with diamond crowns that fling
Glistening frost drops o'er the window, jewels from the great Ice King!
O the sorrows of the heavens in the storm-clouds and the rams,
Ere the winter comes with snow wreaths, and with diamond crowns that fling
Glistening frost drops o'er the window, jewels from the great Ice King!
Fading, falling in the autumn are the leaves so rosy red,
Brown and golden, each a symbol of a life forever fled.
Radiantly they waved in springtime with a soft and balmy breath,
Through all seasons fair to look on, beautiful in life and death!
Brown and golden, each a symbol of a life forever fled.
Radiantly they waved in springtime with a soft and balmy breath,
Through all seasons fair to look on, beautiful in life and death!
So may we like autumn leaflets shed a pure and holy light,
Round humanity's wide pathway brighter for the shades of night;
Round humanity's wide pathway brighter for the shades of night;
