It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"
Sunday, June 22, 2008
One Star Fell and Another..., By Conrad Aiken
One star fell and another as we walked.
Lifting his hand towards the west, he said----
How prodigal that sky is of its stars!
They fall and fall, and still the sky is sky.
Two more have gone,
but heaven is heaven still.
Then let us not be precious of our thought,
Nor of our words,
nor hoard them up as though
We thought our minds a heaven which might change
And lose its virtue,
when the word had fallen.
Let us be prodigal, as heaven is:
Lose what we lose,
and give what we may give,
--Ourselves are still the same.
Lost you a planet--?Is Saturn gone
Then let him take his rings
Into the Limbo of forgotten things.
O little foplings of the pride of mind,
Who wrap the phrase in lavender,and keep it
In order to display it: and you, who save our loves
As if we had not worlds of love enough--!
Let us be reckless of our words and worlds,
And spend them freely as the tree his leaves;
And give them where the giving is most blest.
What should we save them for,--a night of frost?
. . .All lost for nothing, and ourselves a ghost.