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THE ATHENAEUM 109 PASSING OF AUTUMN More lovely mom has failed to dawn this year! The very air seems living—yet scarce moves In all its turbulence across the weir, As ‘twill be wont to do. But it behooves Those tiny ones whom Zephyr dearly loves— The sylphs—to rouse the mom with dance and song Ere Autumn, from these wintry regions moves, And starteth on a journey sad and long; Ere Autumn leaves, behind this silent, sylvan throng. Those Arbors—where for many quiet hours With rustic Virgil I sat and communed— Have stripped in obeisance to higher powers; And those that spread so widely have been pruned; Once towering branches, now are large, rotund Tops; and the novel galaxy of hues— The gay, mosaic scene is sentenced, doomed To flee these wintry regions ‘till the muse Receives orders from Autumn: “Bring forth my grand views.'” Yon fellow, with its dull, aureate tint; Now seems to vie with clement, ashen skies In praising the autumnul seasons spent In bringing Ceres nearer paradise. Maturity in everything! Surprise Pervades my mind as I behold a change— A gradual changing in the clement skies From ashen to a hue of blazing orange, And Autumn’s laudations are now on even range. The tranquil, flattering lake amongst the hills Deludes vain phoebus as the speculum Deceived that vile queen who resolved to kill Snow white. The bird of dappled stragulum. The shrub of light, satiny tomentum Grieve ‘neath Autumn’s aural, farewell caress; And met in sea and in aquarium Are they of old Neptune’s kingdom to bless And bid Autumn farewell ere he makes his egress. The lark from her blithe chirping has refrained, The swallow does not swiftly homeward fly, Gay Robin’s merry eye with tear is stained, All warble soft, sweet, harmonic “goodbye.”