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More from Evangeline: Canto II
Such was the advent of autumn.
Then followed that beautiful season,
Called by the pious Acadian peasants
the Summer of All-Saints!
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light;
and the landscape
Lay as if new-created
in all the freshness of childhood.
Peace seemed to reign upon earth,
and the restless heart of the ocean
Was for a moment consoled.
All sounds were in harmony blended.
Voices of children at play,
the crowing of cocks in the farm-yards,
Whir of wings in the drowsy air,
and the cooing of pigeons,
All were subdued and low as the murmurs of love,
and the great sun
Looked with the eye of love
through the golden vapors around him;
While arrayed in its robes of russet
and scarlet and yellow,
Bright with the sheen of the dew,
each glittering tree of the forest
Flashed like the plane-tree
the Persian adorned with mantles and jewels.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)
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