FAREWEL gay Summer! now the changing wind That Autumn brings commands thee to retreat; It fades the roses which thy temples bind, And the green sandals which adorn thy feet. Now flies with thee the walk at eventide, That favouring hour to rapt enthusiasts dear; When most they love to seek the mountain side, And mark the pomp of twilight hastening near. Then fairy forms around the poet throng, On every cloud a glowing charm he sees.... Sweet Evening, these delights to thee belong:.... But now, alas! comes Autumn`s chilling breeze, And early Night, attendant on its sway, Bears in her envious veil sweet Fancy`s hour away.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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