The tender charm of poetry and love.
William Wordsworth, 1770–1850.
THE FOREST-LEAVES IN AUTUMN.
FROM “THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.”
Red o’er the forest peers the setting sun;
The line of yellow light dies fast away
That crown’d the eastern copse; and chill and dun
Falls on the moor the brief November day.
Now the tir’d hunter winds a parting note,
And Echo bids good-night from every glade;