 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
THE AUTUMN WALK.
WRITTEN TO ILLUSTRATE A PICTURE IN A JUVENILE ANNUAL.
Come, sister Clara, let me take
Your skipping rope away;
I'm tired of marbles, top, and ball,
I want a walk to-day.
Your skipping rope away;
I'm tired of marbles, top, and ball,
I want a walk to-day.
Go, get your hat, the autumn sun
Shines out so warm and bright,
That you might almost think it spring
But for the swallow's flight.
Shines out so warm and bright,
That you might almost think it spring
But for the swallow's flight.
In the old woods I found, this morn,
A drawing-room complete:
A Persian carpet made of leaves,
A mossy sofa's seat;
A drawing-room complete:
A Persian carpet made of leaves,
A mossy sofa's seat;
And through the many-colored boughs
The cheerful sunlight beams,
More beautiful, by far, than when
Through silken blinds it gleams.
The cheerful sunlight beams,
More beautiful, by far, than when
Through silken blinds it gleams.
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In the twined branches overhead
The squirrel gambols free,
Dropping his empty nutshells down
Beneath the chestnut tree.
The squirrel gambols free,
Dropping his empty nutshells down
Beneath the chestnut tree.
And now and then the rustling leaves
Are scattered far and wide,
As the scared rabbit hurries past,
In deeper shades to hide.
Are scattered far and wide,
As the scared rabbit hurries past,
In deeper shades to hide.
Among the leafless brushwood, too,
You sometimes may espy,
Peering so cautiously about
The wood-rat's bright black eye.
You sometimes may espy,
Peering so cautiously about
The wood-rat's bright black eye.
Come, let us to that sunny nook,—
I love to wander so,
Among the quiet autumn woods;
Dear sister, shall we go?
I love to wander so,
Among the quiet autumn woods;
Dear sister, shall we go?
| The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury | |