AUTUMN REVERY

When the leaves are falling crimson

And the worm is off its feed,

When the rag weed and the jimson

Have agreed to go to seed,

When the air in forest bowers

Has a tang like Rhenish wine,

And to breathe it for two hours

Makes you feel you'd like to dine,

When the frost is on the pumpkin

And the corn is in the shock,

And the cheek of country bumpkin

City faces seems to mock,—

When you come across a ditty

( Like this one ) of Autumn's charm,

Then it's pleasant in the city,

Where they keep the houses warm.