VIA1~0RIAN
THE
Facet Spera NOVEMBER, 1909
VOLUME 27
NUMBER. 2
AN AUTUMN TWJL,J GHT. , Scharmel Iris.
I love thee, Autumn, twilight .of the yeat; Like dusk thy charms are pensive and reserved; At eve thou waitest silent, sad and drear, Thy cold ferns knee1 and rise, by ·cold winds swerved. It is the time of wind and solitude. Each living thing moans out, for 'tis alone, The goldenrods droop by the sombre wood; ..... One little sad bird sings-the rest have flown. ~
1 know your thoughts, 0 solitary leaves! Ye soon shall die, but in what glory clad? Within the meadow the white cricket grieves And gray grasshoppers shrill a stave · unglad. Far down the hidden ways rich colors glow; The milkweed ball doth hold a silken charm1; Within the thicket doves coo sad and ~ow; A fire..:bloom sunward turns a bright alarm. Along the mossy brink of some cold stream The aster lights the path with purple sta.rs.
And here and· there, in lingering twilight's gleam, A creeping vine uplifts its flaming bars.
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