Excerpt from A Handful of Autumn Leaves The Skies are leaden gray, the wild geese call Their watchword as they fly to sunnier Shores; Within the wood the ripe nuts clattering fall, And chattering squirrels gather winter stores. The sere leaves have a sad and mournful sound As, shaken by the dreary Autumn wind, In scattering droves they rustle to the ground Interment 'neath the winter snows to find. The setting sun no golden glory throws Athwart the west; no gleam of Vivid red, Ribbons of Shining copper or pale rose, But sullen Sinks into a cheerless bed. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.