LOVE'S CONSUMMATIONS.

The summer passed, the autumn came;

The world swung over toward the night;

The forests robed themselves in flame,

Then faded slowly into white;

And set within a crystal frame

Of frozen streams, the shaggy boles

Of oak and elm, with leafless crowns,

Were painted stark upon the knolls;

And cots and villages and towns

On virgin canvas glowed like coals

In tawny-red, or strove in vain

To shame the white in which they stood.

The fairest tint was but a stain

Upon the snow, that quenched the wood,

And paved the street, and draped the plain!