And ocean’s anthem e’er doth rise and fall.
Almost unfelt the summer hours die,
Green leaves grow russet on the salty shore,
The crimson vines droop rocky crevice o’er,
And wild ducks’ marshalled columns southward fly.
Low asters gleam with delicate light amid
The massive sunshine of the golden-rod;
A stray Houstonia shines above the sod
And lifts to gold-spun skies its pale blue lid.
The autumn’s glory lavishly is spread,