Littell's Living Age/Volume 136/Issue 1751/An Autumn Song

by Horace L. Nicholson

AN AUTUMN SONG.

The wind is sighing,
The rose is dying,
The swallow is flying
⁠Over the sea;
The leaf is yellow,
The fruit hangs mellow,
The summer's knell, low,
⁠Sounds o'er the lea.

Winter is coming,
East winds are dumbing,
The golden bee's humming.
⁠The reaper's at rest;
Young Love, a rover
'Mong corn and clover,
His wanderings over,
⁠Flies to my breast.

Horace L. Nicholson.
St. James's Magazine.