Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
What visionary tints the year puts on,
When falling leaves falter through motionless air
Or numbly cling read more
What visionary tints the year puts on,
When falling leaves falter through motionless air
Or numbly cling and shiver to be gone!
How shimmer the low flats and pastures bare,
As with her nectar Hebe Autumn fills
The bowl between me and those distant hills,
And smiles and shakes abroad her misty, tremulous hair!
