| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | I. Fading Autumn | | By Mrs. Elizabeth Clementine Kinney (1810–1889) |
| | | TH’ AUTUMNAL glories all have passed away; | |
| The forest-leaves no more in hectic red | |
| Give glowing tokens of their brief decay, | |
| But scattered lie, or rustle at the tread, | |
| Like whispered warnings from the mouldering dead; | 5 |
| The naked trees stretch out their arms all day, | |
| And each bald hill-top lifts its reverend head | |
| As if for some new covering to pray. | |
| Come, WINTER, then, and spread thy robe of white | |
| Above the desolation of this scene; | 10 |
| And when the sun with gems shall make it bright, | |
| Or, when its snowy folds by midnight’s queen | |
| Are silvered o’er with a serener light, | |
| We ’ll cease to sigh for summer’s living green. | | | | |
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