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Poem
November 24, 1894
The Wheeling Daily Intelligencer
Wheeling, Ohio County, West Virginia
What is this article about?
A lyrical poem depicting the vibrant autumn landscape—crimson maples, golden sassafras, falling acorns, and wildlife sounds—as the speaker wanders rustling woods, sensing the spiritual nearness of a cherished, beautiful woman.
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autumnal Drama.
When the maple turns to crimson
And the sassafras to gold:
When the gentian's in the meadow
And the aster's on the wold;
When the moon is lapped in vapor
And the night is frosty cold:
When the chestnut burrs are opened
And the acorns drop like hail,
And the drowsy air is startled
With the thumping of the squirrel,
With the drumming of the partridge
And the whistle of the quail,
Through the rustling woods I wander,
Through the jewels of the year,
From the yellow uplands calling,
Seeking her that still is dear:
She is near me in the Autumn.
She, the beautiful, is near.
-BAYARD TAYLOR
When the maple turns to crimson
And the sassafras to gold:
When the gentian's in the meadow
And the aster's on the wold;
When the moon is lapped in vapor
And the night is frosty cold:
When the chestnut burrs are opened
And the acorns drop like hail,
And the drowsy air is startled
With the thumping of the squirrel,
With the drumming of the partridge
And the whistle of the quail,
Through the rustling woods I wander,
Through the jewels of the year,
From the yellow uplands calling,
Seeking her that still is dear:
She is near me in the Autumn.
She, the beautiful, is near.
-BAYARD TAYLOR
What sub-type of article is it?
Pastoral
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
Love Courtship
What keywords are associated?
Autumnal Imagery
Fall Foliage
Woods Wandering
Beloved Presence
Wildlife Sounds
What entities or persons were involved?
Bayard Taylor
Poem Details
Title
Autumnal Drama.
Author
Bayard Taylor
Subject
Autumnal Remembrance Of A Beloved
Key Lines
When The Maple Turns To Crimson
And The Sassafras To Gold:
Through The Rustling Woods I Wander,
Through The Jewels Of The Year,
Seeking Her That Still Is Dear:
She Is Near Me In The Autumn.
She, The Beautiful, Is Near.