Autumn

1. The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year, of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear.
                                                                       -Bryant, The death of
                                                                        Flowers

2. The year's in the wane;
         There is nothing adoring;
   The night has no eve,
         And the day has no morning;
   Cold winter gives warning!
                                   -Hood, Autumn

3. O, it sets my heart a clicking' like the ticking' of a clock,
   When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
                                                                  -James Whit-comb Riley,
                                                                   When the frost Is on
                                                                   the Punkin