AUTUMN VERSE
APPLE-LAND. Apples along the highway strewn, And morning opening nil her doors; The cawing rook, the distant train. The valley with its misty floors: The hillside hung with woods and dreams, Soft gleams of gossamer and dew; From cockcrow to the rising moon Tho rainbowed road for me and you. Along the highroad all the day The waggons filled with apples go, T|je golden pumpkins and ripe corn, And all the ruddy overflow. Rrom Autumn’s apron, as she goes About her orchards and her fields, And gathers into stack and barn The treasure that the Summer yields. —Richard Le Gallienno.
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Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXIV, Issue 79, 15 March 1934, Page 10
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102AUTUMN VERSE Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXIV, Issue 79, 15 March 1934, Page 10
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