Summer begins to have the look

Summer begins to have the lookPeruser of enchanting BookReluctantly but sure perceivesA gain upon the backward leaves —

Autumn begins to be inferredBy millinery of the cloudOr deeper color in the shawlThat wraps the everlasting hill.

The eye begins its avariceA meditation chastens speechSome Dyer of a distant treeResumes his gaudy industry.

Conclusion is the course of AllAt most to be perennialAnd then elude stabilityRecalls to immortality.