Littell's Living Age/Volume 115/Issue 1489/Autumn

Peaceful and silent in the mellow smile Of Autumn, harvest-fields and pastures lie. Imperial Autumn! barn and granary High with her glistening grain-store doth she pile; Each night the fair moon like a silver isle Unclouded beams upon the earth's broad breast; Anon, the wind-god riseth from his rest, And sings triumphant on the blast, the while Legions of leaves their tinted ensigns strew, To mark his path. The tall fern-stems are bare Beneath the hedges; and where roses threw, In summer mornings, perfume to the air, From his bright breast the robin shakes the dew, 'Mid clustered berries of the self-same hue.