Robert Kirkland Kernighan
These Autumnal Days - Poem by Robert Kirkland Kernighan
Oh, the splendid splendid morning !
Resting on a hoop of gold ;
Oh, the grand majestic sunsets,
All in purpled crimson rolled ;
And the noontides full of splendor
And the air so soft and sweet,
Make the grasses, rich and tender,
Laugh with gladness at my feet.
And the hillsides hazy hillsides
At their feet a dreamy pool ;
And the meadows oh, the meadows !
And the forests deep and cool.
Hear the gun shots in the clearing ;
Hear the quick impatient cry,
While the game goes swift careering,
Joyous through the liquid sky.
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