...honey bees have stored The sweets of Summer in their luscious cells ; The swallows all have wing'd across the main ;— But here the Autumn Melancholy...the plain. Alone — alone — upon a mossy stone, Until her drowsy feet forgotten be, She sits and reckons up the dead and gone, With the last leaves...

...sweets of Summer in their luscious cells ; The swallows all have wing'd across the main ; But.here the Autumn melancholy dwells, And sighs her tearful...mossy stone, She sits and reckons up the dead and gone IV. With the last leaves for a love-rosary, Whilst all the wither'd world looks drearily, Like a dim...

...And honey bees have stor'd The sweets of Summer in their luscious cells; The swallows all have wing'd across the main; But here the Autumn melancholy dwells,...Whilst all the wither'd world looks drearily, Like a dimm'd picture of the drowned past In the hush'd mind's mysterious far away, Doubtful what ghostly...

...fashioning a garland for her grave— " With the last leaves for a love-rosary, Whilst all the withered world looks drearily, Like a dim picture of the drowned past, In the hushed-mind's mysterious far-away. Doubtful what ghostly thing will steal the last Into that distance,...

...honey bees have stor'd The sweets of summer in their luscious cells ; The swallows all have wing'd across the main ; But here the Autumn melancholy dwells,...the last leaves for a love-rosary, Whilst all the wither 'd world looks drearily, Like a dim picture of the drowned past In the hush'd mind's mysterious...

...Trembling, — and one upon the old oak-tree ! Alone, alone, Upon a mossy stone, We sit, and reckon up the dead and gone, With the last leaves for a love-rosary." There is a charm in such expressions of sensibility, that easily melts us. But let us not yield to...

...Trembling, — and one upon the old oak-tree ! Alone, alone, Upon a mossy stone, We sit, and reckon up the dead and gone, With the last leaves for a love-rosary." There is a charm in such expressions of sensibility, that easily melts us. But let us not yield to...

...accomplished hoard, The ants have brimmed their garners with ripe grain, And honey-bees have stored The sweets of summer in their luscious cells ; The...the last leaves for a love-rosary, Whilst all the withered world looks drearily, Like a dim picture of the drowned past In the hushed mind's mysterious...

...stored The sweets of Summer in their luscious cells ; The swallows all have wing'd across the mam ; But here the Autumn melancholy dwells, And sighs her...the last leaves for a love-rosary, Whilst all the wither' d world looks drearily, Like a dim picture of the drowned past In the hush'd mind's mysterious...

...aceomplish'd hoard ; The ants have cramm'd their garners with ripe grain, And honey-bees have stored The sweets of Summer in their luscious cells ; The...Autumn melancholy dwells, And sighs her tearful spells Among the sunless shadows of the plain : Alone, alone, Upon a mossy stone, She sits and reckons up...