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Rambles In Autumn

But see the fading many-colour'd woods,

Shade deepening over shade, the country

Imbrown; a crowded umbrage, dusk, and dun,

Of every hue, from wan declining

To sooty dark.

These now the lonesome muse,

Low whispering, lead into their leaf-strewn walks,

And give the season in its latest view.

Meantime, light-shadowing all, a sober

Fleeces unbounded ether; whose least

Stands tremulous, uncertain where to

The dewy-skirted clouds imbibe the sun,

And through their lucid veil his soften'd

Shed o'er the peaceful world.

Then is the time,

To steal themselves from the degenerate crowd,

And soar above this little scene of things:

To tread low-thoughted vice beneath their feet;

To soothe the throbbing passions into peace;

And woo lone quiet in her silent walks.

The pale-descending year, yet pleasing still,

A gentler mood inspires; for now the

Incessant rustles from the mournful grove;

Oft startling such as, studious, walk below,

And slowly circles through the waving air.

But should a quicker breeze amid the

Sob, o'er the sky the leafy deluge streams;

Till, choked and matted with the dreary shower,

The forest-walks, at every rising gale,

Roll wide the wither'd waste, and whistle bleak.

Fled is the blasted verdure of the fields;

And, shrunk, into their beds, the flowery

Their sunny robes resign.

E'en what

Of stronger fruits falls from the naked tree;

And woods, fields, gardens, orchards, all around,

The desolated prospect thrills the soul.

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James Thomson

James Thomson (c. 11 September 1700 – 27 August 1748) was a Scottish poet and playwright, known for his poems The Seasons and The Castle of Indo…

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