Autumn on the Potomac
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Title
Autumn on the Potomac
Description
A glimmering haze upon the landscape rests;
The sky has on a softer robe of blue;
And the slant sunbeams glisten mildly through
The floating clouds that light their pearly crests
'Mid the pure currents of the upper air.
The fields are dress'd in Autumn's faded green,
And trees no more their clustering foliage wear
Yet Nature smiles, all lovely and serence.
How sweetly breathes this life inspiring gale,
Stirring broad Potomac's transparent wave;
Could I but dream that Winter, cold and pale,
Might never o'er this scene of beauty rave,
Or touch the waters with his icy spear,
O, would these golden hours be half so dear?
The sky has on a softer robe of blue;
And the slant sunbeams glisten mildly through
The floating clouds that light their pearly crests
'Mid the pure currents of the upper air.
The fields are dress'd in Autumn's faded green,
And trees no more their clustering foliage wear
Yet Nature smiles, all lovely and serence.
How sweetly breathes this life inspiring gale,
Stirring broad Potomac's transparent wave;
Could I but dream that Winter, cold and pale,
Might never o'er this scene of beauty rave,
Or touch the waters with his icy spear,
O, would these golden hours be half so dear?
Creator
J. Willis Menard
Source
4:4, p. 2
Date
1890.10.18
Contributor
From the National Afro-American
Collection
Citation
J. Willis Menard, “Autumn on the Potomac,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 16, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/494.
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