Saturday, October 15, 2016

LYRIC OF AUTUMN by William Stanley Braithwaite




  
LYRIC  OF  AUTUMN  

by  William Stanley Braithwaite




There is music in the meadows, in the air --
Autumn is here;
Skies are gray, but hearts are mellow,
Leaves are crimson, brown, and yellow;
Pines are soughing, birches stir,
And the Gipsy trail is fresh beneath the fir.
 


There is rhythm in the woods, and in the fields,
Nature yields:
And the harvest voices crying,
Blend with Autumn zephyrs sighing;
Tone and color, frost and fire,
Wings the nocturne Nature plays upon her lyre.





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