The dying leaves fall fast,
Macmillan's Magazine.M. C. C.
|VIXI PUELLIS. (Hor. iii. 26.)|
We loved of yore, in warfare bold
|AN UNEQUAL GAME.|
A moment of loving and laughter,
|AN OCTOBER GARDEN.|
In my autumn garden I was fain
Athenæum.Christina G. Rossetti.
|FONS BANDUSIÆ. (Hor. iii. 13.)|
O babbling spring! than glass more clear,
|AN AUTUMN SONG.|
The wind is sighing,
Horace L. Nicholson.