There the frail maples, and the faithful firs
By twisted vines are wed. The russet brake
Skirts the low pool, and starred with open burrs
The chestnut stands; but when the north-wind stirs,
How like an armed host the summoned scene shall wake!
T. B. Read.
AN AUTUMN LANDSCAPE.
Far and wide
Nature is smiling in her loveliness.
Masses of wood, green strips of fields, ravines