The pale descending year, yet pleasing still, 

 A gentler mood inspires ; for now the leaf 

 Incessant rustles from the mournful grove, 

 Oft startling such as, studious, walk below, 

 And slowly circles through the waving air. 

 Fled is the blasted verdure of the fields ; 

 And shrunk into their beds, the flowery race 

 Their sunny robes resign.' 



Thomson. 



