Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, OCTOBER, by EDGAR DANIEL KRAMER

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First Line: The sumacs in the fence rows are blood-red
Last Line: "that tremulously laughs, ""there is no death!"
Subject(s): October

The sumacs in the fence rows are blood-red,
The maples flame upon the haze-hung hill,
The yellow grass is hearkening the tread
Of winds that bring the rippling of a rill.
The echoes of a partridge's shrill call,
The dust that trembles from the goldenrod,
The smoke of burning brush beyond the wall
That guards the field where wheat lifts from the clod,
The barking of the squirrels as they leap
Where fox grapes spill their scented mysteries,
The fragrance of ripe apples that now heap
Their rainbow splendors on the orchard trees --
And, through the wonder, lo, a mystic breath
That tremulously laughs, "There is no death!"

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