And lend assistance. Poet shalt thou wake!"
Autumn brings Tsaddik. "Ay, there speeds the rill
Loaded with leaves: a scowling sky, beside:
The wind makes olive-trees up yonder hill
"Whiten and shudder—symptoms far and wide
Of gleaning-time's approach; and glean good store
May I presume to trust we shall, thou tried
"And ripe experimenter! Three months more
Have ministered to growth of Song: that graft
Into thy sterile stock has found at core