October 5.

October 6.

There is a beautiful spirit breathing now
Its mellow richness on the clustered trees,
And, from a beaker full of richest dyes,
Pouring new glory on the autuinn woods,
And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds.

Autumn.

For when the heart- goes before like a lamp and illumines the pathway,

Many things are made clear that else lie hidden in darkness.

Evangeline-Part 2, sec. 1.

October 8.

Beautiful, as planets, rise

The dream of youth with starry eyes,

And all the wondrous prophecies,

And visions of the morn.

Masque of Pandora-7.

Falsehood and deceit were banished,
Reason spoke more loud than passion,
And the truth wore no disguise.

October 9.

The Norman Baron.

Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird,
Lifts up her purple wing; and in the vales
The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer,
Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life
Within the solemn woods of ash deep-crimsoned,
And silver beech, and maple yellow-leaved,
Where Autumn, like a faint old man, sits down
By the wayside a-weary.

Autumn.

October 8.

October 9.