HERE Autumn, like a flying bird <br />That through the quivering foliage trills, <br />Comes swiftly in the night, and stays <br />A moment in these grassy ways, <br />Among the hills. <br />And with the day's awakened sun, <br />O'er every gold and purple mile, <br />A finer radiance shows where she <br />Folded her bright wings graciously, <br />To rest awhile. <br />Here all the earth is crystal clear, <br />And all its people wise and free, <br />Here where the orchards, each on each, <br />Run down the valley, till they reach <br />A crystal sea.<br /><br />Dollie Radford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-quantock-hills/
