Robes of Glory

Savoring the last of summer…

“…When Summer gathers up her robes of glory,
  And like a dream of beauty glides away…”

 

“…Till the slant sunbeams through their fringes raining
  Bathe all the hills in melancholy gold….”

 

 

{sarah helen whitman – a still day in autumn}

jc

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