Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1855-08-18

Within the sober realm Of leafeSS trees
The ruS>et year inhaled the dreamy air;
Ike some tanned reaper in his hour of ease,
When all the fields are lying brown and bare.
The rrav barns looking from their hazy hills
Ger the dim waters widening in the wales,
sent down the air greeting TO the mills,
ON the dull thunder Of alternate fails.
All sights were mellowed, and all sounds subdued
The hills seemed farther, and the streams sang low
A. in dream. the distant woodman hewed
His winter log with many mufied blow.
The erla,ted forests, erewhile, armed in gold,
Their banners bright with every martial hue,
Now stood like some sad beaten host of old
Withdrawn a.ar in Times remotcst blue.
On slum'erous wings the vulture tried his flight;
The dove scarce heard his sghing mates complaint
And Ike star. slow drowning in the light,
The village church vane seemed to pale and faint.
The sentinel cock upon the hillside crew
Crew thrice. and all was Stiller than before
silent till some replying warder blew
His alien h1ru and then was heard no more.
Where. c-,:. the Jay within the elm's tall crest
Made Ca-rul,uS trouble round her unfedged young:
AMI where the oriole hung her Swayng nest,
By every light wind like censer swung;
Where >lng the noisy gnasons Of the caves.
The busy swallows crclins ever near,
Ys-gls!.aS ., the rustic mind believes,
Aa early harvest and pleuteous year -
Where every bird which charmed the vernal feast.
Shook the sweet >lumber from its wings at morn,
Ta warn the reapevs of the rosy east =
All now wls soDgleSs, empty, AID forlorn.
N,at frnra out the s,ubble, piped the quail
Ari eroaked the crow through ali the dreamy gloom
Alone the pheasant. drumming in the vale
Nsie e,Lo 10 the distant cottage loom.
There Vas bud, no bloom upon the bowers:
Tie spider we've their thin shrouds light by night;
The tais;,sdown. rhe only ghost OF flowers,
S4-ei slowly ty--PasScd nci~clc~s out Of sight
Amid Al i1i>-ia this most eheerle>s air.
All where The woodbine shed upon the porch
Is crimson leaves. as if the year stood there.
FIRING tie door with his inverted torch
Amid al ta;>. the centre Of the scene,
The White haired matrop. with raoaosnnou> tread,
F,.rl the -v::t wheel. and wiki her jay!es> u,ien,
y, Ike a Fate, and watched the flying thread
Size had known Sorrow He had walked with her,
or >uTped and bry ke with her tie ashea crust;
And. in the dead leaves. still she heard the stir
Ui MS Ll4ck mantle trailing ia the dust
While vet her cheek WAS bright with summer Uoom,
Her country summoned, and she gave her Il,
And twice, war bowed TO her his sable p!lme-
Re-gave the swords 20 rust upon the wall.
Re-gaye the swo-i>-hut 10: the hand tbs. drew,
And struck :or liberty the dyiag blow:
Nor HIM who = his si?e a.:i country .gTle,
Fc.l mid the r-aks Q: the invading rae-
Long, ba. not loud the lrcaing wheel wea; on.
Ike the low ul.mlrs Of hive II noon.
Long. bz; rot loud. the memory of the gone.
B-es,hgd through her lips sad anu tgcmolous tune
i; .a> tie thread was sasPpcd-her head was bowed
Lie dropped the tiStas through his hands serene; 4;
All lcviaE Reighbo-s smooghed her careful shrord.
Wale pea,h and Winter closed the Autumn scene.