Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers; The red fire blazes, The gray smoke towers.
Sing a song of seasons! Something bright in all! Flowers in the summer! Fires in the fall! Robert Louis Stevenson.
AMONG THE TREES
TO AN AUTUMN LEAF
Wee shallop of shimmering gold! Slip down from your ways in the branches Some fairy will loosen your hold—— Wee shallop of shimmering gold. Spill dew on your bows and unfold Silk sails for the fairest of launches! Wee shallop of shimmering gold; Slip down from your ways in the branches.