
Caption
AUTUMN. October's winds have swept the leaves away; The basking fields have felt the coming chill; The rippling stream has lost its merry play, And lies, in brooding sadness, calm and still. The long streaked furrow wooes the westering sun, To bless the ground where sinks the seed to sleep; And fallen trunks drop piecemeal, one by one, To form the farmer's winter fuel heap
Credit line
Photo12/Liszt Collection/Quint Lox Limited
Reference
LZT13A35_217
License type
Rights managed
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26,2Mb (1,5Mb) / 9,1in x 11,2in / 2737 x 3346 (300dpi)