James Russell Lowell

What visionary tints the year puts on,
When falling leaves falter through motionless air
Or numbly cling read more

What visionary tints the year puts on,
When falling leaves falter through motionless air
Or numbly cling and shiver to be gone!
How shimmer the low flats and pastures bare,
As with her nectar Hebe Autumn fills
The bowl between me and those distant hills,
And smiles and shakes abroad her misty, tremulous hair!

Sentiment is intellectualized emotion; emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy

Sentiment is intellectualized emotion; emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy

It is the privilege of genius that to it life never grows commonplace as to the rest of us.

It is the privilege of genius that to it life never grows commonplace as to the rest of us.

Tiny Salmoneus of the air
His mimic bolts the firefly threw.

Tiny Salmoneus of the air
His mimic bolts the firefly threw.

He seemed a cherub who had lost his way
And wandered hither, so his stay
With us read more

He seemed a cherub who had lost his way
And wandered hither, so his stay
With us was short, and 'twas most meet,
That he should be no delver in earth's clod,
Nor need to pause and cleanse his feet
To stand before his God:
O blest word--Evermore!