22 JANUARY 1876, Page 14

POETRY.

DECAY.

0 LUSTRE Of decay !

The day-light glides away In glow of richer glory than at noon ; Autumn, that steals the flower, Gives the tree golden dower, And crimsons walls that will be leafless soon.

O dimness of decay I

The sunset hastes away, And leaves the world the lone and darkling night ; And Autumn, when he flies, Leaves only howling skies, And trees that toss their naked boughs in fright.

F. W. B.-