Litchfield enquirer., 1850-11-21
THE POETS CORNER.
The HusIkers.
Dr. john 8 wHlTrrER.

aaufelt tne summeK narVest-nelqS all green
with grass again;
The first sharp frost had fallen leaving all the
woodland gay
With the hues OF summer rainbows, or the mead
ow-Aowerso of May.
Through thin, dry mist that morning, the sun
rose broad and red,
Atfirst rayIess disc Of fire, he frightened as he
sped;
Yer, even his noontide glory fell chas: ened
and sub lued.
On the corn ie Ids and orchards, and the softly
pictured wood. ~
And oil that quiet afternoon, slow sloping to the
night,
He wove with golden shuttle the haze with ye-
low hight;
Slanting through the painted beeches, he giori-
fed the hill;
And beneath, it pond and meadow lay brighter,
greener still
And shouting boys in woodland haunts caught
glmpses Of that sky.
Flecked by the many tined leaves, and laughed,
they knew not why;
And school glrls, gay with aster-fowers. beside
the meadow brooks,
Mingled The glow Of autumn with the sunshine
of sweet locks.
From spre and barn, looked westerly the patient
weather-cocks
But even the birches on the hill stood motionless
as rocks.
No sound was in the woodlands, save the squir.
rels dropping shell,
And the yellow leaves among the boughs low
ruslling as they tell.
The summer grains were harvested; the stubble
fields lay dry, .e
Where Junsnwinds rolled, IN lgh, and shade,
the pale gleen waves frye;
But stillon gentle hill-slopes, in valleys fringed
with wood,
Ungathered, Bleaching in the sun, the he av y
corn crop stood. ,.....
Bent low by autumn's wind and rain through
husks tina I, dry and sere,
Unfolded from their ripened charge, shown out
the yellow ear;
Beneath, the turnip lay concea led, in many
verdant fold,
And glistened in the slanting light the pumpkins
sphere Of gold.
There wrough, the busy hurvestersi and many
acreaking vain
Bore slowly to the long barn floor its load of
husks aud grain;
Till broad and red, as when he rose the sun sunk
down at last,
And like merry guest's farewell, the day in
brightness passed.
And 10! as through the western pines. on mead.
ow, stream and pond,
Flamed the red radiance Of sky, set all afire
beyond,
Slowly Ger the Eastern sea.bluiis milder gor,
shone.
| And the sunset and the moonrise were mingled
into one!
As thus into the quiet n ght the twilight lapset
away.
And deeperin the Frightening moon the Tranquil
| shadows lay;
From many brown old farm house, and ham
let without name,
| Their milking and their home tasks don e, tn
merry huskers came.
Swung Ger the heaped up harvest, from pit ch
forks in the NOW.
Shone dimy down the lanterns on the pleasan
scene below;
/ The growing pills Of husks behind, the COLDER
ears before,
And laughing eyes and busy hands and brown
cheeks glimmering DER.
Half hidden in quiet nook, serene OF look and
heart,
Talking their old times DER, the old men So,
apart
| While up and down he..unhusked pile, or nest
hing in It's ehade.
| At hide and.seek. with laugh and shout, the
! happy children played.
Urged BY the good hosts daughter, a maiden
young and fair.
Lifting to light her sweet blue eyes and pride
| oil suit brown hair 4,
The master of the village school, sleek OF hail
and smooth Of tongue.
To the quaint tune Of some cid psalm, q husking
ballad sung.
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