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A STILL DAY IN AUTUMN, by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
First Line: I love to wander through the woodlands hoary
Last Line: Shows its bright wings and softly glides away.
Variant Title(s): October
Subject(s): Autumn; Nature; Seasons; Fall


I LOVE to wander through the woodlands hoary
In the soft light of an autumnal day,
When Summer gathers up her robes of glory,
And like a dream of beauty glides away.
How through each loved, familiar path she lin-
gers,
Serenely smiling through the golden mist,
Tinting the wild grape with her dewy fingers
Till the cool emerald turns to amethyst;
Kindling the faint stars of the hazel, shining
To light the gloom of autumn's mouldering
halls,
With hoary plumes the clematis entwining
Where o'er the rock her withered garland falls.
Warm lights are on the sleepy uplands waning
Beneath soft clouds along the horizon rolled,
Till the slant sunbeams through their fringes
raining
Bathe all the hills in melancholy gold.
The moist winds breathe of crisped leaves and
flowers
In the damp hollows of the woodland sown.
Mingling the freshness of autumnal showers
With spicy airs from cedarn alleys blown.
Beside the brook and on the umbered meadow,
Where yellow fern-tufts fleck the faded ground,
With folded lids beneath their palmy shadow
The gentian nods, in dewy slumbers bound.
Upon those soft, fringed lids the bee sits brood-
ing,
Like a fond lover loath to say farewell,
Or with shut wings, through silken folds intrud-
ing,
Creeps near her heart his drowsy tale to tell.
The little birds upon the hillside lonely
Flit noiselessly along from spray to spray,
Silent as a sweet wandering thought that only
Shows its bright wings and softly glides away.




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