| Samuel Kettell, ed. Specimens of American Poetry. 1829. | | | | Autumn | | By Nathaniel A. Haven (1790–1826) |
| | | I LOVE the dews of night, | |
| I love the howling wind; | |
| I love to hear the tempest sweep | |
| O’er the billows of the deep! | |
| For nature’s saddest scenes delight | 5 |
| The melancholy mind. | |
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| Autumn! I love thy bower | |
| With faded garlands drest: | |
| How sweet, alone to linger there, | |
| When tempests ride the midnight air! | 10 |
| To snatch from mirth a fleeting hour, | |
| The sabbath of the breast! | |
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| Autumn! I love thee well; | |
| Though bleak thy breezes blow, | |
| I love to see the vapors rise, | 15 |
| And clouds roll wildly round the skies, | |
| Where from the plain, the mountains swell, | |
| And foaming torrents flow. | |
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| Autumn! thy fading flowers | |
| Droop but to bloom again; | 20 |
| So man, though doom’d to grief awhile, | |
| To hang on fortune’s fickle smile, | |
| Shall glow in heaven with nobler powers, | |
| Nor sigh for peace in vain. | | | | |
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