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.-