HERE Autumn, like a flying bird
That through the quivering foliage trills,
Comes swiftly in the night, and stays
A moment in these grassy ways,
Among the hills.
And with the day's awakened sun,
O'er every gold and purple mile,
A finer radiance shows where she
Folded her bright wings graciously,
To rest awhile.
Here all the earth is crystal clear,
And all its people wise and free,
Here where the orchards, each on each,
Run down the valley, till they reach
A crystal sea.
Dollie Radford
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-quantock-hills/
