 | Songs of two centuries |  |
38
A CONTRAST.
October held a carnival,
When Summer days had fled;
His halls were trimmed with blue and gold,
And banners flaming red.
Now all the world with fowl and fruit
Were at his table fed;
The richest wine of bough or vine
Before his guests was spread.
When Summer days had fled;
His halls were trimmed with blue and gold,
And banners flaming red.
Now all the world with fowl and fruit
Were at his table fed;
The richest wine of bough or vine
Before his guests was spread.
October held a funeral,
When Summer nights were fled;
And all the leaves and all the vines
And all the flowers were dead,
The richly colored drapery
Was burial robes instead,
And shorn of pride, he lay and died
Upon a humble bed.
When Summer nights were fled;
And all the leaves and all the vines
And all the flowers were dead,
The richly colored drapery
Was burial robes instead,
And shorn of pride, he lay and died
Upon a humble bed.
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