The Waning Year

Now in tbc se;ison when soft moluncholy HixkhU o'er thfi HcUIsnt soluran evenfiiU, The goldoíi-cloítded suns tídyins hlowly Fiom the ck'ur west, ew vet the starry pall Ui' niyht is süvered by the norvnt mooo : Wlifrn i!:f y:u's blood runs rioh as loAoiutu wine With li Mie-u l i'ipe.i'-.-js j wiicn tïio rubi.i'u sjng FiHh üw Rwy iittcntooii AVitli wuxbï tl bope ; tlie momoric divino Crowd tu the hoturt ol' dnya bi'jotteii luuji.