Show PAUL H HAYNE A murmur as of tar far olt off muffled bells belle goes faintly soughing through the Shi shivering pines the thrill t as of a thousand kissed farewells stirs into tremors all the drooping vines the trailing s forget to take their autumn splendor on and wring their hands with gesture of do athwart the spicy air because the voice that sang aang to them i is ii i gone the clouds dissolve themselves lu in pallid mist that clings like cere cloths claths in this the southern so uthera breeze all gladness dies by solemn iner memories norf es w whist hist the patter of the rain amid the trees Is like the moan of beas A after the wreck and all this silence shed oer nature like a diapason pause has conse come to pass because the poet vi ho he has led the choir is dead I 1 margaret argaret Bt J preston |