Up From Hill And Meadow Burning Poem by Philip Henry Savage

Up From Hill And Meadow Burning



Up from hill and meadow burning,
Fumes of Autumn in the air;
Birds in dusty blue returning,
Passing on their southern fare.

Color, color, scent and savor,
How they penetrate the heart,
Wake the old delicious quaver; —
That is Nature, that is Art.

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