There Is A Beautiful Spirit Breathing Now

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There is a beautiful spirit breathing now its mellowed richness on the clustered trees, and, from a beaker full of richest dyes, pouring new glory on the autumn woods, and dipping in warm light the pillared clouds. morn on the mountain, like a summer bird, lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales the gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life within the solemn woods of ash deep-crimsoned, and silver beech, and maple yellow-leaved, where autumn, like a faint old man, sits down by the wayside a-weary.