AUTUMN DAYS.
When the trees are turning Golden overhead, And the berries ripen Purple, black and red. When the nuts grow browner, When the acorns fall, When the flocking swallows Cry the wanderer's call. When the mists of autumn Veil the heather moors, When with beech-mast fallen Squirrels fill their stores. When the west wind wailing Through the poplar grieves Sets dead branches creaking, Tears away the leaves. When the woodland fairies Gather in the dells, Fold their rainbow pinions. Pack their silver bells. Thistle-down for cover Into crannies bring, Join the bees and dormice, Sleeping till the spring. —'A'non..
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXV, Issue 19932, 28 April 1928, Page 7 (Supplement)
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100AUTUMN DAYS. New Zealand Herald, Volume LXV, Issue 19932, 28 April 1928, Page 7 (Supplement)
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