In his mottled coffers lay:
Red mountain-berries,
Sloes blue and black
He hung upon every spray.
On the top of the hills in the West stood the Prince of Autumn and surveyed the land with his serious eyes.
His hair and beard were dashed with grey and there were wrinkles on his forehead. But he was good to look at still and straight and strong. His splendid cloak gleamed red and green and brown and yellow and flapped in the wind. In his hand he held his horn.
He smiled sadly and stood a while and listened to the fighting and the singing and the cries. Then he raised his head, put the horn to his mouth and blew a lusty flourish:
Summer goes his all-prospering way,
Autumn’s horn is calling.
Heather dresses the brown hill-clay,
Winds whip crackling across the bay,
All the trees of the forest shook from root to top, themselves not knowing why. All the birds fell silent together. The stag in the glade3 raised his antlers in surprise and listened. The poppy’s scarlet4 petals5 flew before the wind.
But high on the mountains and on the bare hills and low down in the bog6, the heather burst forth7 and blazed purple and glorious in the sun. And the bees flew from the faded flowers of the meadow and hid themselves in the heather-fields.
But Autumn put his horn to his mouth again and blew:
Autumn lords it with banners bright
The Prince of Summer stopped where he stood in the valley and raised his eyes to the hills in the West. And the Prince of Autumn took the horn from his mouth and bowed low before him.
“Welcome!” said Summer.
He took a step towards him and no more, as befits one who is the greater. But the Prince of Autumn came down over the hills and again bowed low.
They walked through the valley hand in hand. And so radiant was Summer that, wherever they passed, none was aware of Autumn’s presence. The notes of his horn died away in the air; and one and all recovered from the shudder13 that had passed over them. The trees and birds and flowers came to themselves again and whispered and sang and fought. The river flowed, the rushes murmured, the bees continued their summer orgy in the heather.
But, wherever the princes stopped on their progress through the valley, it came about that the foliage14 turned yellow on the side where Autumn was. A little leaf fell from its stalk and fluttered away and dropped at his feet. The nightingale ceased singing, though it was eventide; the cuckoo was silent and flapped restlessly through the woods; the stork15 stretched himself in his nest and looked towards the South.
“Welcome!” said Summer again. “Do you remember your promise?”
“I remember,” answered Autumn.
The Prince of Summer stopped and looked out over the kingdom where the noise was gradually subsiding17:
“Do you hear them?” he asked. “They must die and they do not know it. Now do you take them into your gentle keeping.”
“I shall bring your produce home,” said Autumn. “I shall watch carefully over them that dream, I shall cover up lovingly them that are to sleep in the mould. I will warn them thrice of Winter’s coming.”
“It is well,” said Summer.
They walked in silence for a time, while night came forth.
“The honeysuckle’s petals fell when you blew your horn,” said Summer. “Some of my children will die at the moment when I leave the valley. But the nightingale and the cuckoo and the stork I shall take with me.”
Again the two princes walked in silence. It was quite still; only the owls18 hooted19 in the old dead oak.
“You must send my birds after me,” said Summer.
“I shall not forget,” replied Autumn.
Then the Prince of Summer raised his hand in farewell and bade Autumn take possession of the kingdom:
“I shall go to-night,” he said. “And none will know save you. My splendour will linger in the valley for a while, so that you may come more gently to those to whom you bring death. And by-and-by, when I am far away and my reign20 is forgotten, the memory of me will revive once more with the sun and the pleasant days.”
Then he strode away in the night.
But from the high tree-top came the stork on his long wings; and the cuckoo fluttered out of the tall woods; and the nightingale flew from the thicket21 with his full-grown young.
The air was filled with the soft murmuring of wings.
The Siskin couple sat and chatted on the edge of the empty nest:
“Do you remember the day when I courted you?” he asked. “I had preened22 and smartened myself as best I could and you also looked sweet. The beech23 had just come out: I never saw the wood so green in all my life!”
“How you sang!” said she.[110] “Sing like that again; then perhaps I will accept you once more.”
But the siskin sadly shook his head:
“My voice is gone,” he said.
“Do you remember when we built the nest?” she asked, a little later. “How snug24 it was and how nice! I shall never have so fine a house again. Just look how ugly and dilapidated it is!”
“The young ones did that,” he replied.
“Yes, but do you remember the morning when they came out of the eggs?” she asked; and her small black eyes beamed. “How sweet they were and how naked and brown! I could not leave them for a minute but they screamed.”
“And then they got their feathers!” he said and strutted25. “Grand siskins, all four of them. Do you remember the day they first hopped26 out of the nest?”
She remembered. She remembered many more things and reminded him of them all. And, when there was nothing left to say, they moved closer to each other and sat silent; and each apart thought of the old days.
And all the others were like the siskins.
The flowers bent27 towards one another and whispered about the golden time when they stood with a bee in every chalice28. So eager were they to tell their stories that none could wait for the other to finish. All over the meadow, it sounded:
“Do you remember...? Do you remember...?”
The flies and the bees sat for half the day and idled and talked intimately and cosily29 of the beautiful summer days when they hummed and buzzed and reigned30 in the meadow. The trees waved their branches softly to one another and told long stories of their green youth. The rushes put their brown tips together and dreamt the whole thing over again. The little brown mice sat in the hedge, in the evening sun, and told the children the story of their courtship.
“Do you remember...? Do you remember...?”
In the midst of the valley stood the Prince of Autumn, with his horn in his hand. But none saw him.
Then the crow flew out of the wood on flapping wings and screamed:
“Past! Past! How can you care to talk of those old things? It’s all past! Past! Past!”
Echo sang from the hills:
“Past! Past! Past!”
And Echo whispered in the rushes and hummed in the river and sounded in all that lived in the land. They all then and there understood that summer was over. They stopped in the middle of their stories and listened and chimed in:
“Past! Past! Past!”
And suddenly they all saw the Prince of Autumn, as he stood there in the midst of them, in his motley cloak. They stared at him with frightened eyes and at one another.
But he put his horn to his mouth and blew till it rang over the valley:
Autumn’s horn blew a lusty chime,
For the first time, for the first time!
Interpret well its warning:
September night,
Breed mushrooms white,
Lay midge in mould,
Plait bronze with gold
He looked over the valley with his serious eyes. But, when the last echo of the notes had died away, he spread his motley cloak in the sun and laughed and nodded.
And, while the sky was higher than it had ever been and the air mild and the lake blue and the mountains stood out clear on the horizon, the land passed dutifully under Autumn’s dominion32.
It had indeed begun on the night when Summer went away, with a yellow leaf here and a brown leaf there, but none had noticed it. Now it went at a quicker pace; and, as time wore on, there came ever more colours and greater splendour.
The lime-trees turned bright yellow and the beech bronze, but the elder-tree even blacker than it had been. The bell-flower rang with white bells, where it used to ring with blue, and the chestnut-tree blessed all the world with its five yellow fingers. The mountain-ash shed its leaves that all might admire its pretty berries; the wild rose nodded with a hundred hips; the Virginia creeper broke over the hedge in blazing flames.
The moss33 grew soft and green; and the toadstools shot up in the night. Queer, soft, pale creatures[117] they were and poisonous and envious34 they looked. But some of them had a scarlet hat on and all were overjoyed with life.
“Then go away!” said the Prince of Autumn. “Your time is over; and I have plenty of birds left.”
Away flew siskin and linnet and many with them. But Autumn put his horn to his mouth and blew:
The loveliest things of Autumn’s pack
In his motley coffers lay:
Red mountain-berries,
Hips sweet as cherries,
Sloes blue and black,
He hung upon every spray.
And blackbird and thrush chattered36 blithely37 in the copsewood, which gleamed with berries, and a thousand sparrows kept them company.
At night, it was quite still. The stag went into the meadow with noiseless steps and lifted his antlers and reconnoitred. The bird sat and slept somewhere with his head under his wing; the wind dared hardly whisper among the faded foliage. The stars twinkled far and peacefully.
Then the leaves fell.
And, as they broke from the branches and whirled through the air and fell to the ground, they sighed softly and filled the forest with strange, plaintive38 sounds. But none could hear them who had not seen his own hopes die.
But, next morning, those which were left gleamed brighter still and spread themselves and laughed in the sun, as if they had never amused themselves so well. The birch stood flirting39 on the moor40; and the tiny little plants in the hedge sported their red leaves. The beech and the oak changed one thing or another in their dress each day, till they became more fantastic than ever. The falling leaves flew from tree to tree and remained lying there, till the whole at last became one great confusion.
But redder than the reddest blazed the Virginia creeper; and the crows made such a din11 every evening in the old, dead oak that you could not hear yourself speak. The thrushes chattered, the sparrows screamed, the wind ran from one to the other and puffed41 and panted to add to the fun. High up in the sky, the sun looked gently down upon it all.
And the Prince of Autumn nodded contentedly42 and let his motley cloak flap in the wind:
“I am the least important of the four seasons and am scarcely lord in my own land,” he said. “I serve two jealous masters and have to please them both. But my power extends so far, that I can give you a few glad days.”
Then he put his horn to his mouth and blew:
To the valley revellers hie!
They are clad in autumnal fancy-dresses,
They are weary of green and faded tresses
Summer has vanished, Winter is nigh—
Hey fol-de-rol-day for Autumn!
The beech wears a coat of red,
The oak grows feeble, his strength is shaken,
Summer’s fine birds the Devil has taken!
The bees are excused, the flies are dead—
Hey fol-re-rol-day for Autumn!
The birch that was ever shy.
Stands—look!—in her yellow smock unbidden,
Green pines straddle towards the sky—
Hey fol-re-rol-day for Autumn!
But, just as the gaiety was at its height and the land full of noise, exactly as in the fairest days of summer ... there were two that mistook the time of year!
It was the cherry-tree for one and the strawberry-plant for another.
They felt the sun shining so very warm and saw how everything rejoiced. Then they forgot themselves and burst forth anew. Carefully, they opened their white flowers and shivered at once, for it was colder than they had thought.
And, when the dainty white blossoms spread in the morning sun, all the motley trees of the wood laughed them to scorn. The crows fell off the branches with laughter, the sparrows shrieked44: one and all considered it the best notion they had ever seen. But a belated bee opened six thousand great eyes and had an apoplectic45 fit, because she thought she had taken leave of her senses.
The Prince of Autumn looked at the flowers with moist eyes and shook his head:
“You poor little ninnies!” he said, sadly.
But the Virginia creeper flung her warm red arms around them and said that they were sweet.
The blossoms thrived and grew; and one of them even put forth a tiny green berry. And, when the others saw that, they gave up laughing and began to think about it. The alder46 looked itself up and down and reflected that it still was quite green; and the birch was nearly sinking into the ground for shame at its nakedness. The old frog suddenly said, “Quack!” and was so startled at this that she plunged47 head foremost to the bottom of the lake. The sparrow suddenly felt lonely and looked round fondly among the daughters of the land.
But the beech shook up a heap of brown leaves and clung convulsively to those which were green:
“It may be possible,” it said to itself and, then and there, put out three new shoots.
But, the night after this happened, there was a tremendous disturbance49 up on the mountain-peaks, where the eternal snows had lain both in Spring’s time and Summer’s. It sounded like a storm approaching. The trees grew frightened, the crows were silent, the wind held its breath.
The Prince of Autumn bent forward and listened:
Autumn raised his head and looked straight into Winter’s great, cold eyes.
“Have you forgotten the bargain?” asked Winter.
“No,” replied Autumn. “I have not forgotten it. But, if they must die, at least give them leave to dance.”
“Have a care!” shouted Winter.
The whole night through, it rumbled51 and tumbled in the mountains. It turned so bitterly cold that the starling thought seriously of packing up; and even the red creeper turned pale. When the sun rose, the cherry-blossoms and strawberry-blossoms hung dead upon their stalks.
The distant peaks glittered with new snow.
And the Prince of Autumn laughed no more. He looked out earnestly over the land and the wrinkles in his forehead grew deeper:
“It must be so then!” he said.
Then he blew his horn:
Autumn’s horn blew a lusty chime;
For the second time, for the second time!
Heed well the call, complying:
Fling seed to earth!
Fill sack’s full girth!
Plump back and side!
Pad belt and hide!
Hold all wings close for flying!
Then suddenly a terrible bustle52 arose in the land. For now they all understood that fortune was on the ebb53; and all thought that there was something they had forgotten or something they were not ready with.
Round about the thicket, the bushes shouted aloud:
“Buy my hips! Who’ll buy?”
“Service-berries! Service-berries! Fine red service-berries!”
“Blackberries! Fresh blackberries!”
“Sloes! Sloes! Sloes!”
And the thrush and the blackbird swept down upon them and gorged54 themselves with the good berries till they were well provided for their journey. The sparrows ate all they could get down; the crows drove the others away and guzzled55.
“Quick!” said Autumn. “Remove that finery!”
The poppy and the bell-flower and the pink stood thin and dry as sticks, with their heads full of seed. The dandelion had presented each one of his seeds with a sweet little parachute.
“Come, dear Wind, and shake us!” said the poppy.
“Fly away with my seeds, Wind!” said the dandelion.
And the wind hastened to do as they asked.
But the beech cunningly dropped his shaggy fruit on to the hare’s fur; and the fox got one also on his red coat. Thus they carried the beech’s children out into the world without having the least suspicion what they were doing.
“Quick, now!” said Autumn. “There’s no time here to waste.”
The little brown mice filled their parlours from floor to ceiling with nuts and beech-mast and acorns56. The hedgehog had already eaten himself so fat that he could hardly lower his quills57, but still loitered around all night to get more food. The hare and the fox and the stag put on clean white woollen things under their coats. The starling and the thrush and the blackbird saw to their downy clothing and exercised their wings for the long journey. The sparrows were envious that they could not go too; as for the crows, nothing seemed to hurt them; and the lapwing sat on his tussock and looked lonely.
But the bat went right away and hung himself on his own hindlegs deep down in a hollow tree.
“Quick!” said Autumn. “It will be over in a week.”
The sun hid himself behind the clouds and did not appear for many days.
It began to rain. The wind quickened its pace: it dashed the rain over the meadow, whipped the river into foam58 and whistled uncannily through the trunks in the forest. The leaves fell without ceasing.
“Now the song is finished!” said the Prince of Autumn.
Then he put his horn to his mouth and blew:
Autumn’s horn blew a lusty chime,
For the last time, for the last time!
Ways close when need is sorest:
Land-birds, fly clear!
Take shelter, bear!
Fall, last leaf in the forest!
And then it was over.
It all went at such a rate that one could hardly tell how it began or how it ended.
The birds flew from the land in flocks. The starling and the lapwing, the thrush and the blackbird all migrated to the South. Every night, the sparrow heard their chirping61 and the fluttering of their wings in the air.
Every morning, before the sun rose, the wind tore through the forest and pulled the last leaves off the trees. Every day, the wind blew stronger, snapped[134] great branches, swept the withered62 leaves together into heaps, scattered63 them again and, at last, laid them like a soft, thick carpet over the whole floor of the forest. Here and there, a single leaf hung on a twig64 and resisted and refused to die. But this was only a short respite65, for, if it did not fall to-day, it fell to-morrow.
The hedgehog crawled so far into a hole under a heap of stones that he remained caught between two of them and could move neither forwards nor backwards66. The sparrow took lodgings67 in a deserted68 swallow’s-nest; the frogs went to the bottom of the pond for good, settled in the mud, with the tips of their noses up in the water, and prepared for whatever might come. The waves loosened the water-lily’s stalks and washed them clean away; the rushes snapped in the storm and drifted with the stream.
The Prince of Autumn stood and gazed over the land to see if it was bare and waste, so that Winter’s storms might come buffeting69 at will and the snow lie where it pleased.
And so empty was it that the sun rose later, morning after morning, and went earlier to bed, evening after evening, because he did not think that he had anything to shine upon.
“Now I’m coming!” roared Winter from the mountains. “My clouds are bursting with snow; and my storms are breaking loose.”
“I have one day left,” said Autumn.
He walked across the meadow, where already the grass was yellow and the flowers gone, except the little white daisy, which can never get done in time. Then he went into the naked wood. He peeped at the hedgehog, smiled at the little brown mice, who carried the shells neatly70 and decently outside the parlour each time they had had a nut-feast, patted the strong beech-trunks and asked them if they could stand the storm and nodded to the jolly crows.
Then he stopped before the old, dead oak and looked at the ivy71 that clambered right up to the top and spread her green leaves as if Winter had no existence at all.
And, while he looked at it with eyes that were gentle and moist like Spring’s, the ivy-flowers blossomed. They sat right at the top and rocked in the wind, yellow-green and insignificant72, but just as good flowers as any of those which grew in Summer’s kingdom.
“Now I can restrain my storms no longer!” roared Winter.
The Prince of Autumn bent his head and listened. He could hear the storm come rushing down over the mountains. A snowflake fell upon his motley cloak ... and another ... and yet another....
Bright through unending hours!
Round Summer, Winter, Autumn, Spring,
Thy vigorous embraces cling.
Look! Ivy mine, ’tis I who sing,
’Tis Autumn wins thy flowers!
Then he went away in the storm.
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foliage
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