Show 1 November I see the broken paths which fringed with leaves Betray the mad career of autumn winds I hear the distant murmuring in the pines And see the sparrows clinging to the eaves Some flakes of snow liKe hue tardy passers passers passers-by by That loom into the view view and quick are gone f Fall Fan in in the hazy coolness of the dawn And fade away like breathing of a sigh Afar the rumbling winters winter's s growls I hear And frosty tracings on the pane behold Around the fire old ld stories are retold retold retold- plainly to be seen Novembers November's s here S SS s S 0 I |