First Line: HUSHED AND OLD Last Line: OF STIFF WHITE BIRCH STIRRING LIKE GHOST. Subject(s): AUTUMN; MOUNTAINS; SEASONS; FALL; HILLS; DOWNS (GREAT BRITAIN);
Hushed and old, These grey-grown brothers stand Watching October's gypsy gold Wither and go into Winter's hand.
Death camps here now; The oak and all her stalwart host Are still and silent, save a row Of stiff white birch stirring like ghost.
