As sad, or even solemn:
Behold, my entry for to-day
Is in the "happy" column.'
OCTOBER.
'The year grows old; summer's wild crown of roses
Has fallen and faded in the woodland ways;
On all the earth a tranquil light reposes,
Through the still dreamy days.
'The dew lies heavy in the early morn,
On grass and mosses sparkling crystal-fair;