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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




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