Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
IV. OctoberPaul Hamilton Hayne (18301886)
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With roseate flushes of matured desire,
The winds at eve are musical, and low
As sweeping chords of a lamenting lyre,
Far up among the pillared clouds of fire,
Whose pomp of strange procession upwards rolls
With gorgeous blazonry of pictured scrolls,
To celebrate the summer’s past renown;
Ah me! How regally the heavens look down
O’ershadowing beautiful autumnal woods,
And harvest-fields with hoarded increase brown,
And deep-toned majesty of golden floods,
That lift their solemn dirges to the sky,
To swell the purple pomp that floateth by.