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Show Autumn. Now when the time of fruit and grain la come. When apples hang above the orchard wall, And from a tangle by the roadside Btream A scent of wild grapes fills the racy air. Comes Autumn with her sun-burnt caravan, cara-van, Like a long gypsy train with trappings! gay And tattered colors of the Orient, Moving slow-footed through tho dreamy hills. The woods of Wilton, at her coming, wear Tljts of Bokhara and of Samarcrind; The maples glow with their Pompelan red. The hickories with burnt Etruscan gold; And while the crickets fife along her march. Behind her banners burns the crimson sun. Bliss Carman In the Atlantic |