BIRDS AND NftTURE. 



ILLUSTRATED BY COLOR PHOTOGRAPHY. 



Vol. XIV NOVEMBER, 1903. No. 4 



SHELTER. 



November ! in thy sombre noons I pace 



My vine-stripped porches shadowless and cold, 



And watch far-tossing trees whose leafy gold 

 Rusts in dim heaps, or flies through windy space. 

 The lofty pendulous elms, in naked grace 



Droop, arabesqued like fountains in the wold ; 



The maple's level arms stretch stark and bold, 

 And meadow oaks moan in their wide lone place. 

 But by the garden wall, the tender peach 



Flutters gay tags of red and green; the plum. 

 Keeps shreds where russet golds with purples pleach ; 



Crisp curls of grey bedeck the quince-bush numb, 

 And where we plucked the pear with easy reach, 



Are mottled wine-hued leaves, where low winds hum. 



Eliza Woodworth. 



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