“The air is chill—the fields are bare—the wind
Sighs mournfully among the withering boughs—
The golden sun descends, and leaves behind
A sky, cold, but most beautiful, that shows
Upon its saffron breast, in calm repose,
Cloudlets of every hue, through which is seen
The waning moon—the night’s once worshipp’d Queen…”

~John Craig, “An October Evening,” c.1827

Photo: Black Rock Cottage, Glencoe, Scottish Highlands by Andrew Lockie.



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