Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne Complete edition with numerous illustrations |
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Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne | ||
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OCTOBER.
The passionate summer's dead! the sky's aglowWith roseate flushes of matured desire,
The winds at eve are musical and low,
As sweeping chords of a lamenting lyre,
Far up among the pillared clouds of fire,
Whose pomp of strange procession upward rolls,
With gorgeous blazonry of pictured scrolls,
To celebrate the summer's past renown;
Ah, me! how regally the heavens look down,
O'ershadowing beautiful autumnal woods
And harvest fields with hoarded increase brown,
And deep-toned majesty of golden floods,
That raise their solemn dirges to the sky,
To swell the purple pomp that floateth by.
Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne | ||