Golconda's treasury displayed,

On background of the forest shade.

Divested of their transient green,

By Autumn winds in wanton rage,

The aspen's leafless limbs were seen

Festooned with frosty foliage;

As fell upon their vestal white,

The placid moon's aspiring light,

The noble spruce and stately fir,

Stood draped with feathery garniture;