Los Angeles Herald, Number 67, 6 December 1899 — THE PASSING OF AUTUMN [ARTICLE]

THE PASSING OF AUTUMN

The wizard has woven-his; ancient scheme; A day and a starlit night; And the world Is a shadowy penciled dream Of color, haze and light. Like something an angel wrought, maybe, To answer a fairy's whim, A fold of an ancient tapestry, A phantom rare and dim. Silent and s>mooth as the crystal stone The rivers lie serene, And the fading hills are a jeweled throne For the Fall, and the Mist, his queen. Slim as out of aerial seas. The elms and poplars fair Float like the dainty spirits of trees In the mellow, dream-like air. Silvery-soft by the forest side— Wine-red, yellow, rose— The wizard of Autumn, faint, blue-eyed— Swinging his censer, goes. —Archibald Lampman, in Scribner's. I