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1824
AUTUMN WOODS
by William Cullen Bryant
AUTUMN WOODS -
Erein the northern gale
The summer tresses of the trees are gone
The woods of Autumnall around our vale
Have put their glory on. -
The mountains that infold
In their wide sweepthe colored landscape round
Seem groups of giant kingsin purple and gold
That guard the enchanted ground. -
I roam the woods that crown
The uplandswhere the mingled splendors glow
Where the gay company of trees look down
On the green fields below. -
My steps are not alone
In these bright walks; the sweet southwestat play
Fliesrustlingwhere the painted leaves are strown
Along the winding way. -
And far in heaventhe while
The sunthat sends that gale to wander here
Pours out on the fair earth his quiet smile-
The sweetest of the year. -
Where now the solemn shade
Verdure and gloom where many branches meet;
So gratefulwhen the noon of summer made
The valleys sick with heat? -
Let in through all the trees
Come the strange rays; the forest depths are bright;
Their sunny colored foliagein the breeze
Twinkleslike beams of light. -
The rivuletlate unseen
Where bickering through the shrubs its waters run
Shines with the image of its golden screen
And glimmerings of the sun. -
But 'neath yon crimson tree
Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame
Nor markwithin its roseate canopy
Her blush of maiden shame. -
OhAutumn! why so soon
Depart the hues that make thy forests glad
Thy gentle wind and thy fair sunny noon
And leave thee wild and sad! -
Ah! 'twere a lot too blest
Forever in thy colored shades to stray;
Amid the kisses of the soft southwest
To roam and dream for aye; -
And leave the vain low strife
That makes men mad- the tug for wealth and power-
The passions and the cares that wither life
And waste its little hour. - -
THE END