INTRODUCTION. HE Summer blooms are dead, the drear winds sigh Which fall for sunny days that soonest die— Carpet the sward or whirl in misty air. Howls the chill blast all through the solemn night, |
INTRODUCTION. HE Summer blooms are dead, the drear winds sigh Which fall for sunny days that soonest die— Carpet the sward or whirl in misty air. Howls the chill blast all through the solemn night, |