The bright-eyed squirrels, furry, fleet, 



A gleaming go on pattering feet. 



Brown nuts, polished by early frost, 



On the moss below by the winds are tossed. 



Maple and hickory, ash and oak 



Each has donned a gorgeous cloak. 



Red haws gleam the hazels near 



Dry grass waves in the uplands sere, 



The year's at rest in the mellow haze, 

 That crowns with gold these royal days ! 



