Charlene Long
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October’s orchestra plays softly on Of purpling airs they twirl and twist The winds screech down from the open west With a fringe of frost before her
October’s orchestra plays softly on Of purpling airs they twirl and twist The winds screech down from the open west With a fringe of frost before her
Late cranes with heavy wing, and lazy flight On the shore the heat is shaking All colour fades from round that far-off spire I only saw it’s gleaming from uplifting
Late cranes with heavy wing, and lazy flight On the shore the heat is shaking All colour fades from round that far-off spire I only saw it’s gleaming from uplifting
Hushed lie the sedges and the vapours creep The heron is homing, the plover is still O’er dappling sea and broad lagoon Till the autumn came and vanished, till the season of the rain
Hushed lie the sedges and the vapours creep The heron is homing, the plover is still O’er dappling sea and broad lagoon Till the autumn came and vanished, till the season of the rain
The sail is idle, the sailor too There’s a spirit on the river, there’s a ghost upon the shore And the dream hills lift their summits in a sweeping heavy crescent
The sail is idle, the sailor too There’s a spirit on the river, there’s a ghost upon the shore And the dream hills lift their summits in a sweeping heavy crescent