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THE FALL OF THE YEAR 



flaming oaks, the cool, dark pines, the blazing gums 

 and sumacs ! Take some single, particular woodland 

 scene and look at it until you can see it in memory 



forever. 



IV \ 



You ought to see the spiders in their airships, 

 sailing over the autumn meadows. Take an Indian 



Summer day, lazy, hazy, sunny, and lie down on your 

 back in some small meadow where woods or old rail 

 fences hedge it around. Lie so that you do not face the 

 sun. The sleepy air is heavy with balm and barely 

 moves. Soon shimmering, billowing, through the 

 light, a silky skein of cobweb will come floating over. 

 Look sharply, and you will see the little aeronaut 

 swinging in his basket at the bottom of the balloon, 

 sailing, sailing 



