The Lyric Bough
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That russet there is of a glossier sheen Then e'er was donned by merry Robin Hood, To lead his lads, who wore the Lincoln green, Through Sherwood's shadowy wood.
And yonder scarlet braver far appears Than that which decked the pennons of the bold Who urged the lines of the embattled spears Through the red wars of old.
79 80 THE WEAVER Who is this weaver in these wondrous dyes That works such magic in the hours of gloom?
Go, and perchance to-night you may surprise September at her loom!
THE PIPE...S OF AUTUMN A thrill as of exuberant will The rimpling corn-fields know, As o'er the vale and up the hill The pipes of Autumn blow.
Across the orchards tremors toss, And golden ripples run O'er hillocks where the milkweed's floss Is shimmering in the sun.
Once more beside the runlet's shore The violet opes its eyes; Once more the dandelion's ore As though May-minted lies.
A-blur with gleamy gossamer Is every upland lawn; The woodland, save where glooms the fir, Is wrapt in dreams of dawn.
8r 82 THE PIPES OF AUTUMN Like spring's the last fleet whir of wings, The last low lyric cry That down the hazy distance rings To dip and faint and die.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
That russet there is of a glossier sheen Then e'er was donned by merry Robin Hood, To lead his lads, who wore the Lincoln green, Through Sherwood's shadowy wood.
And yonder scarlet braver far appears Than that which decked the pennons of the bold Who urged the lines of the embattled spears Through the red wars of old.
79 80 THE WEAVER Who is this weaver in these wondrous dyes That works such magic in the hours of gloom?
Go, and perchance to-night you may surprise September at her loom!
THE PIPE...S OF AUTUMN A thrill as of exuberant will The rimpling corn-fields know, As o'er the vale and up the hill The pipes of Autumn blow.
Across the orchards tremors toss, And golden ripples run O'er hillocks where the milkweed's floss Is shimmering in the sun.
Once more beside the runlet's shore The violet opes its eyes; Once more the dandelion's ore As though May-minted lies.
A-blur with gleamy gossamer Is every upland lawn; The woodland, save where glooms the fir, Is wrapt in dreams of dawn.
8r 82 THE PIPES OF AUTUMN Like spring's the last fleet whir of wings, The last low lyric cry That down the hazy distance rings To dip and faint and die.
What to read after The Lyric Bough?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Scollard Clinton to read onlineMoreLess
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