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 PRESENTED BY 
 
AT AUTUMN TIME 
 
 HALF REMEMBERED ECHOES 
 FROM THE WOODS AND FIELDS 
 
 BY 
 
 RICHARD DILLARD 
 
 BURKE & GREGORY 
 NORFOLK, VA. 
 
 1907 
 

 He who draws from Nature may drink 
 from the deep cool well of Truth. 
 
 Gift 
 Author 
 
 (Person) 
 
 17 Jl '07 
 

 PROLOGUE 
 
 H A V E garnered in this little book the 
 fruitage of my hoodwinked fantasies, and 
 woven in the fabric of my humble lay half 
 heard echoes from deep Autumn woods, the 
 ecstasy of the golden fields of ripening grain, 
 and fragments of some farewell avian melody. 
 
 RICHARD DILLARD. 
 
 'Beverly Hall," 
 
 Edenton, N. C. 
 
 Sept. 20th, 1907. 
 
These are the signs that Fall has come : 
 The meadows all look brown and dun, 
 The flight of swallows has begun, 
 And gold and glinting is the sun 
 When Fall has come : 
 
The meadows all look brown and dun. 
 
The flight of swallows has begun. 
 
A hazy gauze spreads o'er the sky, 
 And dreary flies the crow on high, 
 And from the heart there comes a sigh, 
 As dead leaves in our pathway lie 
 When Fall is nigh. 
 
And from the heart there comes a sigh, 
 As dead leaves in our pathway lie 
 When Fall is nigh. 
 
The yellow ears hang down in line, 
 Deep purple is the muscadine, 
 And pippins are as red as wine, 
 The luscious yield of Summer's prime. 
 At Autumn time. 
 
Deep purple is the muscadine. 
 
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 The warbler still his flight delays 
 And flutes his farewell roundelays, 
 And waning Summer gladly pays 
 For tenancy her golden maize, 
 In harvest days. 
 
In harvest days. 
 
The woodman's axe rings loud and clear, 
 The evening air stirs cool and drear, 
 The wealth of Nature doth appear, 
 Rich bounty for another year, 
 When Fall is here. 
 

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 The woodman's axe rings loud and clear. 
 
The evening air stirs cool and drear. 
 
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 The wealth of Nature doth appear, 
 Rich bounty for another year, 
 When Fall is here. 
 
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