For every one Beneath the sun, Where Autumn walks with quiet eyes, There is a word, Just overheard When hill to purple hill replies. 

 This afternoon, As warm as June, With the red apples on the bough, I set my ear To hark and hear The wood-folk talking, you know how. 

 There comes a "Hush!" And then a "Tush," As tree to scarlet tree responds, "Babble away! He'll not betray The secrets of us vagabonds. 

 "Are we not all, Both great and small, Cousins and kindred in a joy No school can teach, No worldling reach, Nor any wreck of chance destroy?" 

  And so we are, However far We journey ere the journey ends, One brotherhood With leaf and bud And everything that wakes or wends. 

 The wind that blows My autumn rose Where Grand Pré looks to Blomidon,-- How great must be The company Of roses he has leaned upon, 

 Since first he shed Their petals red Through Persian gardens long ago, When Omar heard His muttered word Rumoring things we may not know! 

 Our brother ghost, He is a most Incorrigible wanderer; And still to-day He takes his way About my hills of spruce and fir; 

 Will neither bide By the great tide, In apple lands of Acadie, Nor in the leaves About your eaves, Where Scituate looks out to sea. 

AT MICHAELMAS.

 About the time of Michael's feast And all his angels, There comes a word to man and beast By dark evangels. 

 Then hearing what the wild things say To one another, Those creatures first born of our gray Mysterious Mother, 

 The greatness of the world's unrest Steals through our pulses; Our own life takes a meaning guessed From the torn dulse's. 

 The draft and set of deep sea-tides Swirling and flowing, Bears every filmy flake that rides, Grandly unknowing. 

 The sunlight listens; thin and fine The crickets whistle; And floating midges fill the shine Like a seeding thistle. 

 The hawkbit flies his golden flag From rocky pasture, Bidding his legions never lag Through morning's vasture. 

 Soon we shall see the red vines ramp Through forest borders, And Indian summer breaking camp To silent orders. 

  The glossy chestnuts swell and burst Their 

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