In warlike pomp, with banners flowing,  
  The regiments of autumn stood:  
  I saw their gold and scarlet glowing  
  From every hillside, every wood.
I, st. 1. - The Fall of the Leaves (1874)
In warlike pomp, with banners flowing,  
  The regiments of autumn stood:  
  I saw their gold and scarlet glowing  
  From every hillside, every wood.
I, st. 1. - The Fall of the Leaves (1874)