Poem by Richard Henry Stoddard

Summer and Autumn

THE hot mid-summer, the bright mid-summer
Reigns in its glory now:
The earth is scorched with a golden fire,
There are berries, dead-ripe, on every brier,
And fruits on every bough.

But the autumn days, so sober and calm,
Steeped in a dreamy haze,
When the uplands all with harvests shine,
And we drink the wind like a fine cool wine--
Ah, those are the best of days!

1. The Sledge at the Gate
2. Twilight on Sumter
3. The Witch’s Whelp
4. Silent Songs
5. The Night Before the Bridal

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