
Légende
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
Crédit
Photo12/Liszt Collection/Quint Lox Limited
Notre référence
LZT13A35_217
Licence
Droits gérés
Format disponible
26,2Mo (1,5Mo) / 23,2cm x 28,3cm / 2737 x 3346 (300dpi)