“Autumn was falling, but the pine
Seem'd as it mock'd all change; no sign
Of season on its leaf was seen,
The same dark gloom of changeless green.
But like the gorgeous Persian bands
'Mid the stern race of northern lands,
The chesnut boughs were bright with all
That gilds and mocks the autumn's fall.”

“The winter will be short, the summer long,
The autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot,
Tasting of cider and of scuppernong;
All seasons sweet, but autumn best of all.
The squirrels in their silver fur will fall
Like falling leaves, like fruit, before your shot.”

“Tis not for Spring to think on all
The sear and waste of Autumn's fall:”

“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.”

“It is most sad to watch the fall
Of autumn leaves!--but worst of all
It is to watch the flower of spring
Faded in its fresh blossoming!”

“Its berries are red as a maiden's lip,
Its leaves are of changeless green;
And any thing changeless now, I wis,
Is somewhat rare to be seen.
The holly, which fall and frost has borne,
The holly's the wreath for a Christmas morn.”

“Autumn returned to Gormenghast like a dark spirit re-entering its stronghold.”

“Autumn was her happiest season.”

“Setting my mind on a musical instrument was like falling in love. All the world seemed bright and changed.”

“Autumn is a second Spring when every leaf is a flower.”