...So Charming To The Eye...

The latter days of fall are often cursed,

But as for me, kind reader, she is precious

In all her quiet beauty, mellow glow.

Thus might a child, disfavored in its family,

Draw my regard. To tell you honestly,

Of all the times of year, I cherish her alone.

She's full of worth; and I, a humble lover,

Have found in her peculiar charms.

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A melancholy time! So charming to the eye!

Your beauty in its parting pleases me -

I love the lavish withering of nature,

The gold and scarlet raiment of the woods,

The crisp wind rustling o'er their threshold,

The sky engulfed by tides of rippled gloom,

The sun's scarce rays, approaching frosts,

And gray-haired winter threatening from afar.

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Extracts are from the poem Autumn by

Alexander Pushkin, Russian poet (1799 – 1837)
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