Choice Specimens of American Literature, and Literary Reader · Chapter 340=420.= "october."
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The passionate summer's dead! the sky's aglow With roseate flushes of matured desire; The winds at eve are musical and low As sweeping chords of a lamenting lyre, Far up among the pillared clouds of fire, Whose pomp in grand procession upward grows, With gorgeous blazonry of funereal shows, To celebrate the summer's past renown. Ah, me! how regally the heavens look down, O'ershadowing beautiful autumnal woods, And harvest-fields with hoarded incense brown, And deep-toned majesty of golden floods, That lift their solemn dirges to the sky, To swell the purple pomp that floateth by.
[Footnote 96: A poet and critic of much Note; a native of South Carolina.]
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=Rosa V. Johnson Jeffrey=[97] about =1832-.=