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|There is a harmony in Autumn and a mellow beauty which
through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could
not be, as if it had not been. -- Percy Bysshe Shelley
|October gave a party, the leaves by hundreds came;
The Chestnuts, Oaks and Maples, and trees of every name.
All joined with their partners and danced down from up high;
The sight was like a rainbow that had fallen from the sky.
-- George Cooper
|No pen can describe the turning of the leaves. A little maple began it,
flaming blood-red of a sudden where he stood against the dark green of
a pine belt. Next morning there was an answering signal from the swamp
where the sumacs grow. Three days later the hillsides, as far as the eye
could range, were afire and the roads paved with crimson and gold. Then
a wet wind blew, and ruined all the uniforms of that gorgeous army...till
nothing remained but pencil shading of bare boughs, and one could
see into the most private heart of the woods. -- Rudyard Kipling