Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1857-11-10
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INDIAN SUMMER.

tt. crimson sun 10 slowly sinking IN the ives"
The mournful wind is signing thro the vale,
soh twi Ugh, shadows tremble DER the streaH'e'' g
A, Autumn leaves are lifted by the gale:
Nature smiles In all the wonderous oea ~ OIL deeaS
IN. rsraspt meeds-,he forests brilliant hue,
Rejecting the rich glory OF the dying day.
Are painted ON a field OF boundless blue.
The green. sparse grain peers CUT from its rich mould
No, in the dense luxuriance Of May,
Nor waves it In the breeze with harvests hue Oh eoo'
Each tender blade. in velvet green array,
Assumes a yeilow'd tisze, as streams OF golden ngh'
Are falling gently on the soft, moist ground
And shining ,hro' the whispering boughs, now cleaning
bright,
While r%us,lnr leaves are idly stre~n around.
The far of mountain tops arc streaked with rosy light,
While shadows lie between Of soltest blue.
Aud changing with the days declining beams. the height
Now CLOVIS In scarlet splendor, now It's hue
Sill takes a deeper.dye, as gum and maple blend,
While popisrs intertwiue their golden boushs,
And thousand sparkling s,reamlets softly wend
Their silv'ry pathway where the linden grows.
The birch l, mingled with the oak trees crimson dye
While the still verdsnt willow waves between;
And from each rocky cliff that lifts Its head on hign
Tho lordiy pine and laurel leaf are green.
The barking squirrel stores his hollow tree "i'hih'
shelLbarks, and dusky walnuts MI his noafo'
and burrs, disclosing ripe, brown nuts oe'~eeh'
With rock oak acorns, full supplies anoro.
Round mapy . NOISY brink is hung a crimson vine;
And tempting clusters dangle In the air,
Where s~.safras and grape vines lovingly entwine,
And ,horny boughs their purple berries wear:
The ,iaid rabbit hides him in the rocks beneath,
Aud slyly nestles In the wither'd grass,
sseure, NOR feels, nor fears the chill winds breath,
unless my step should scare him as l pass.
Tho coral berries Of the bittersweet are ripe.
Ths. long ago is pale, green leaves hath shed
Within the forests depths, the fragile lndianipipe.
Liha up is waxen.salk, and pale, pure head.
up,oriogine In tho wild.wood's now deserted bowers,
In pesrly clusters from its leafy bed,
The lovelies. and last of all cold Autumn's aowers,
Il blooms in lonely beauty round the dead.
As sons fair girl doth tremble at her lovers tone,
Ash. and shumac leaves of blood red dye,
Now culver, az the wooing wind doth sadly moan,
And to its soft caresses gently sigh:
Oh wild, and mournfully sweet, Is the Winds low tone
1t telle,h of young spirits heeting by,
Like the bright leaves on Autumn's breezes borne,
Frail leaves, that were green meath Summers sky.
Oh. never more to wave in the sweet Summer breeze
Your bright, aud brief career 10 nearly run;
Ye whisper to my haunted heart, ye fadin: leaves,
OF loveliness lost-and Of beauty gone
Mu.s they die In all their splendid robes arrayd'
And all their radiant hues grow pale'
And vet they are but types of fairer things that fade
Oh! melancholy wind well mayist thou wall
For beauty born of swift decay is cleaning there:'
Each shining leaf but ~brightens as 1t dies,
Like the fsv rlsh aush, deaths human victims wear,
Too richly bright for these dim earthly skies.
Alas. ye lovely fragile things, It's not for you
Ny fsinsin9 spirit mourns, -altho' %ephemeral.
Ye are but leaves, that Spring will soon enewi-
TIE me, the west.wind breathes a sadder tale.
EalANriKE.