AUTUMNAL DAYS 
“What visionary tints the year puts on, 
When falling leaves falter through motionless air 
Or numbly cling and shiver to be gone! 
How shimmer the low flats and pastures bare, 
As with her nectar Hebe Autumn fills 
The bowl between me and those distant hills, 
And smiles and shakes abroad her misty, tremulous hair 
Lowell • 
