by Albert Laighton (1829 - 1887)
Autumn
Language: English
The world puts on its robes of glory now; The very flowers are tinged with deeper dyes; The waves are bluer, and the angels pitch Their shining tents along the sunset skies. The distant hills are crowned with purple mist; The days are mellow, and the long, calm nights, To wondering eyes like weird magicians show The shifting splendors of the Northern Lights. The generous earth spreads out her fruitful stores, And all the fields are decked with ripened sheaves; While in the woods, at Autumn's rustling step, The maples blush through all their trembling leaves.
Authorship:
- by Albert Laighton (1829 - 1887), "Autumn" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Bertram Kottmann , "Herbst", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission ; composed by Gary Bachlund.
Researcher for this page: Bertram Kottmann
This text was added to the website: 2012-08-23
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Word count: 96