Excerpt from Brain Rambles Spikelets, angles and leaves, Needles that deftly stitch The patches winter weaves In ev'ry moss-grown ditch. With each pale brownie band I etch in autumn's night, With Winter's chilling hand My tapestries of white. I breathe, and all in vain, They brave my chilling will, The brooks with gentle pain Flow never more from vale and hill, I hush the brooklet's song, The song that summer sings, With gyve, and icy thong, I bind autumn's crinkled wings. I make a stealthy raid, Eolus sings to me From his borean icebound glade Beyond the Arctic sea. Red autumn trembles when My henchman pipes his lay, For well I know that then The year has passed away. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.