The United Co-operative/Volume 1/Number 2/Autumn
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Autumn
By James Laurence Crowley
Capricious Autumn, time of harvest bliss!
On thee gay Summer prints her parting kiss;
The genial season, in fair verdure dress’d,
Lingers a while, then turns to seek her rest.
Dawn’s nectar, robb’d of all its fresh’ning pow’r,
Stains the green leaf, and drugs the languid flow’r,
Whilst falling herbage skims along the plain
In flight before the winter wind and rain.
Rich glows thy beauty, Autumn, for a day,
Yet hints of bleak tomorrows—and decay!
On thee gay Summer prints her parting kiss;
The genial season, in fair verdure dress’d,
Lingers a while, then turns to seek her rest.
Dawn’s nectar, robb’d of all its fresh’ning pow’r,
Stains the green leaf, and drugs the languid flow’r,
Whilst falling herbage skims along the plain
In flight before the winter wind and rain.
Rich glows thy beauty, Autumn, for a day,
Yet hints of bleak tomorrows—and decay!
