Methinks I see the sunset light flooding the river valley, the western hills stretching to the horizon, overhung with trees gorgeous and glowing with the tints of autumn—a mighty flower garden, blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, Frost… – John Greenleaf Whittier, “Patucket Falls”

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest. – Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds

A beauty lights the fading year… – Phebe A. Holder, “A Song of October,” in The Queries Magazine, October 1890

A glorious crown the year puts on… – Phebe A. Holder, “A Song of October,” in The Queries Magazine, October 1890