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Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.

By Sonnets. II. Autumn. 1. “A glorious day!”

Josiah Conder (1789–1855)

From “Autumn in Four Sonnets”

A GLORIOUS day! The village is afield:

Her pillow’d lace no thrifty housewife weaves

Nor platters sit beneath the flow’ry eaves:

The golden fields an ample harvest yield;

And every hand, that can a sickle wield,

Is busy now. Some stoop to bind the sheaves,

While to the o’erburden’d waggon one upheaves

The load, among its streamers half conceal’d.

We heard the ticking of the lonely clock

Plain through each open door—all was so still.

For, busily dispersed near every shock

Their hands with trailing ears the urchins fill.

Where all is clear’d, small birds securely flock,

While full on lingering day the moon shines from the hill.