The dark moss that stands in bunches all along the garden wall.
O, ’tis glorious in October,
When the sky is clear and sober,
To rove among the beauties that abound at Riverside!
For the forest is all blazing
With the Autumn colors, raising
Painted groves, and tinted arbors, where was naught but green beside,
And the influences setting
In upon me are begetting
Purer thoughts than those I felt away among the busy crowd;