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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509971" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Our Canadian Woods In Early Autumn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have passed the day ’mid the forest gay,<br>In its gorgeous autumn dyes,<br>Its tints as bright and as fair to the sight<br>As the hues of our sunset skies;<br>And the sun’s glad rays veiled by golden haze,<br>Streamed down ’neath its arches grand,<br>And with magic power made scene and hour<br>Like a dream of Faerie Land. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The emerald sheen of the maple green<br>Is turned to deep, rich red;<br>And the boughs entwine with the crimson vine<br>That is climbing overhead;<br>While, like golden sheaves, the saffron leaves<br>Of the sycamore strew the ground,<br>’Neath birches old, clad in shimmering gold,<br>Or the ash with red berries crowned. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stately and tall, o’er its sisters all,<br>Stands the poplar, proud and lone,<br>Every silvery leaf in restless grief<br>Laments for the summer flown;<br>While each oak and elm of the sylvan realm,<br>In brilliant garb arrayed,<br>With each other vie, ’neath the autumn sky,<br>In beauty of form and shade </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When wearied the gaze with the vivid blaze<br>Of rich tints before it spread—<br>Gay orange and gold, with shades untold<br>Of glowing carmine and red—<br>It can turn ’mid the scene to the sombre green<br>Of the fir, the hemlock, the pine,<br>Ever-keeping their hue, and their freshness, too,<br>’Mid the season’s swift decline. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though the bird’s sweet song, that the summer long<br>Hath flowed so sweet and clear<br>Through the cool, dim shades of our forest glades,<br>No longer charms the ear,<br>A witching spell, that will please as well<br>As his glad notes, may be found<br>In the solemn hush, or the leaves’ soft rush,<br>As they thickly strew the ground. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, though they tell of summer’s farewell,<br>Of their own decay and doom,<br>Of the wild storm-cloud and the snow’s cold shroud,<br>And the days of winter’s gloom,<br>The heart must yield to the power they wield,—<br>Alike tender, soothing, gay—<br>The beauties that gleam and that reign supreme<br>In our woods, this autumn day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</a><div class=q>
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In its gorgeous autumn dyes,
Its tints as bright and as fair to the sight
As the hues of our sunset skies;
And the sun’s glad rays veiled by golden haze,
Streamed down ’neath its arches grand,
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