W. G. Clark.
18. October! Heaven's delicious breath,
When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
And suns grow meek, and the meek sun grows brief,
And the year smiles, as drawing near its death.
W. C. Bryant.
19. The April rain! the April rain!
To list the pleasant sound,
Now soft and still like gentle dew,
Now drenching all the ground.