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Image from page 32 of "Out-door reveries" (1920)

Identifier: outdoorreveries00jaqu

Title: Out-door reveries

Year: 1920 (1920s)

Authors: Jaques, E. Parker Jaques, Francis Lee, 1887-1969

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Publisher: Kansas City, Mo. : Burton Pub. Co.

Contributing Library: The Library of Congress

Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

 

 

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tumns gaudiest dress is spread, In variegated sheen,Oer tree and vine and towering wall, And vale that lies between. The oak in bronze, the cherry red, With linden just a-browning;While leaning oer the rivers bed,The elms leaves are frowning. Box-elders rear a silvered headDown by the shaded stream— And aspen on the topmost height,Still waves the living green. 28 Outdoor RevSriss The Balm-of-Gilead branch is bare,Of summer raiment shorn, And drooping willows silent grieveThe garments old and torn. The smouldering forest fires afar,Their filmy curtains raise, Which floating on the breezes blendWith mild September haze. The silver clouds drift silent by,Their shadows fall between, Bright bars of sunlight gilding allThe slowly shifting scene. The evening shadows come apace,Up springs inquiring owl From out the darkened vale beneath,Where wild beasts nightly prowl. The sunset glow dies in the westAnd shadow* hig\her creep, The daily wafterer s]^ks to rest,B7.?xght windslulle\i to sleep.

 

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30 Outdoor Reveries ON ROSEAU TRAIL. In a grove beside a rush-rimmed lakeThe Nomads halt once more, Where a reach of wind-surged waterChants requiems to the shore. Where rustling reeds are sighingThe summer days now fled; And leaves are slowly dying; The grass all brown and dead. Their carpet is leaves by sunbeams checkedWalled in by gold and green, Their roof the dome of wide-arched blue,And clouds that drift between. The starlings notes from the rushesDrifts to their ravished ears, While gildings of OctoberTo ravished eye appears. The shimmering wave, the bending tree,The sunbeams brightly glancing, When romping winds, in wanton glee,Set leaf and lake a-dancing.

 

 

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