In the midst of the shaded woodland
Where the air was cooled
And the pathway drowned,
By the waves of the sweeping ferns,
I stood alone.
Then through the canopy of emerald
That held a thousand songs,
And rustled within the wind
Of an August breath,
The sun shone through.
And the sunbeams of light
Did fall around my feet,
Like shafts of gold,
That lay upon the dry,
Decaying leaves
Of the autumn fall.
An Ode to Autumn or a prelude to it.Magnificient write and brilliant verses
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Superb. Nature, autumn, sun and the mystic wind, all the wonders of life. Great poem.