Poems of America . g shadows cooled the upper air, I The waves were lighted by the lurid gleam Of flambeaux that began to smoke and flare, , And east a picturesque and ruddy glare ] On shore and boats and men of every hue. John Toicnsend Trowbridge. Iliami, the River, Ohio, MIAMI WOODS. THE autumn time is with us! — Its approachWas heralded, not many days hazy skies, that veiled the brazen sea-like murmurs from the rustling low-voiced brooks that wandered drowsilyBy purpling clusters of the juicy upon the vine. And now, t is here !And what a change hath p
Poems of America . g shadows cooled the upper air, I The waves were lighted by the lurid gleam Of flambeaux that began to smoke and flare, , And east a picturesque and ruddy glare ] On shore and boats and men of every hue. John Toicnsend Trowbridge. Iliami, the River, Ohio, MIAMI WOODS. THE autumn time is with us! — Its approachWas heralded, not many days hazy skies, that veiled the brazen sea-like murmurs from the rustling low-voiced brooks that wandered drowsilyBy purpling clusters of the juicy upon the vine. And now, t is here !And what a change hath passed upon the faceOf Nature, where the waving forest robed in deepest green ! All through the nightThe subtle frost hath plied its mystic art;And in the day the golden sun hath wroughtTrue wonders ; and the winds of morn and evenHave touched with magic breath the changing now, as wanders the dilating eyeAthwart the varied landscape, circling gorgeousness, what blazonry, what pomp. The autunm time is with us. See paoa 102. MIAMI, THE RIVER. 103 Of colors, bursts upon the ravished sight!Here, where the maple rears its yellow crest,A golden glory: yonder, where the oakStands monarch of the forest, and the ashIs girt with flame-like parasite, and broadTlie dogwood spreads beneath, a rolling fieldOf deepest crimson; and afar, where loomsThe gnarled gum, a cloud of bloodiest red! Out in the woods of Autumn! — I have castAside the shackles of the town, that vexThe fetterless soul, and come to hide myself,Miami! in thy venerable on thy bank, where spreads the velvet limbs recUne. Beneath me, the clear waters, with a plaintive moanTor summers parting glories. High oerhead,Seeking the sedgy lakes of the warm South,Sails tireless the unerring among the cloud-racks. Oft from on mossy trunk, the partridge suddenly the whistle clear and loud,Far-echoing through the dim w
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