BIRDS AND NATURE
ILLUSTRATED BY COLOR PHOTOGRAPHY.
| VOL. X. | OCTOBER, 1901. | NO. 3 |
| The month of carnival of all the year, When Nature lets the wild earth go its way, And spend whole seasons on a single day. The spring-time holds her white and purple dear; October, lavish, flaunts them far and near; The summer charily her reds doth lay Like jewels on her costliest array; October, scornful, burns them on a bier. The winter hoards his pearls of frost in sign Of kingdom; whiter pearls than winter knew, Or Empress wore, in Egypt's ancient line, October, feasting 'neath her dome of blue, Drinks at a single draught, slow filtered through Sunshiny air, as in a tingling wine! |
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— Helen Hunt Jackson.
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| October comes, a woodman old, Fenced with tough leather from the cold; Round swings his sturdy axe, and lo! A fir-branch falls at every blow. |
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— Walter Thornbury.
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