LATE AUTUMN

BEHOLD! the maize fields set their pennons free,

In this rich golden ending of the year;

And asters bloom upon the sunny lea,

Smiling as sweet as May, though leaves turn sere.

Deep in the dell, the gentle turtle-head

Lifts up its tiny spire of pearly bells,

And cardinals ring out a richer chime;—

A last brave bee seeks in the gentians' cells