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 Serenade of Ma-Han-Shan
2. Adsum
3. The Grape Gatherer
4. To Edmund Clarence Stedman
5. The Sledge at the Gate

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