Smith, Effie Waller
|SING A SONG OF AUTUMN.|
Sing a song of Autumn,
Flowers no more in bloom,
44Shedding all around us
Their balmy, rich perfume.
In vain we look for flowers,
For they're faded all, and dead,
But the woodland still is brilliant
With bright-hued leaves instead.
The frost has nipped the clover
And left the meadows brown;
Hickory nuts and chestnuts
From the trees are falling down.