Tuesday, July 25, 2017

"NOW when the time of fruit and grain is come,
When apples hang above the orchard wall,
And from the tangle by the roadside stream
A scent of wild grapes fills the racy air,
Comes Autumn with her sunburnt caravan,
Like a long gypsy train with trappings gay
And tattered colours of the Orient,"

from Autumn
by Bliss Carman

From 2014 trip home found on old memory card.

"What faint sweet song out of the turning years 
Is thine amid the myriad songs of earth? "

from The Hepatica
by Archibald Lampman

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