Woodbines In October
by Charlotte Fiske Bates
As dyed in blood, the streaming vines appear,
While long and low the wind about them grieves;
The heart of autumn must have broken here
And poured Its treasure out upon the leaves.
As dyed in blood, the streaming vines appear,
While long and low the wind about them grieves;
The heart of autumn must have broken here
And poured Its treasure out upon the leaves.