attendants of autumn. Behold the signs and vrsrmngs Of autumn —misty mornings, Ere earlier shadows flinging, ..
... mellow, Mixed red. and brows, and yellow, As we grow grey, old fellow Abroad the orchin rambles, And rummages the brambles, Blackberries bent picking, For all the thorns keep sticking Into his fingers—pricking. Philosophers resemble The rooks, that now assemble ...