3 NOVEMBER 1906, Page 32

POETRY.

CARMEN AUTUMNALE. SUMMER is gone, and faded all the roses; Swept by the wind and beaten by the rain-storms, Dead lie the fruits and flowers of the garden. Autumn has conquered.

Yet have we never in happy hours of sunset Wandered together through the tedded hayfield, Wandered by the gully or lingered in the lime-trees-- Far were we parted.

Still we shall meet, though sad the clouded autumn, Where the great city darkens all the daylight ; Far from the streams and the shadows of the elm-trees; Northward in October. PAIICIS NOTIIS.