LXV

SUMMER begins to have the look,

Peruser of enchanting Book

Reluctantly, but sure, perceives—

A gain upon the backward leaves.

Autumn begins to be inferred

By millinery of the cloud,

Or deeper color in the shawl

That wraps the everlasting hill.

The eye begins its avarice,

A meditation chastens speech,

Some Dyer of a distant tree

Resumes his gaudy industry.

Conclusion is the course of all,

Almost to be perennial,

And then elude stability

Recalls to immortality.