- When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill — Bryant The day becomes more solemn and serene In Autumn, and a lustre in its sky, Which thro' the Summer is not heard or seen. Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration In the moist breath of decay. Shelley Meredith O wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? Shelley AUTUMN HIRT AUF DEM BERGE HR Matten, lebt wohl! IHR Ihr sonnigen Weiden! Der Senne muss scheiden, Der Sommer ist hin. Wir fahren zu Berg, wir kommen wieder, Wenn der Kuckuck ruft, wenn erwachen die Lieder, Wenn mit Blumen die Erde sich kleidet neu, Der Sommer ist hin. Friedrich von Schiller AUTUMN FIRES IN the other gardens IN the other gardevale, From the autumn bonfires Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, The gray smoke towers. Sing a song of seasons! Robert Louis Stevenson AT THE YELLOW OF THE LEAF HE falling leaf is at the door; TH The autumn wind is on the hill; Full of crimson and of gold The mysterious autumn haze Now the goldenrod invades Yes, by every trace and sign Lovelier than ever now Is the world I love so well. Rouse the taint of migrant blood Did I once pursue your way, Was it on your long spring rides, Now the yellow of the leaf The glamour of the open door Great and splendid, near and far, I shall lack nor tent nor food, Will provide for me to-day. |