AUTUMN TINTS.

By Mathilde Blind

Coral-coloured yew-berries

Strew the garden ways,

Hollyhocks and sunflowers

Make a dazzling blaze

In these latter days.

Marigolds by cottage doors

Flaunt their golden pride,

Crimson-punctured bramble leaves

Dapple far and wide

The green mountain-side.

Far away, on hilly slopes

Where fleet rivulets run,

Miles on miles of tangled fern,

Burnished by the sun,

Glow a copper dun.

For the year that's on the wane,

Gathering all its fire,

Flares up through the kindling world

As, ere they expire,

Flames leap high and higher.