Excerpt from Aldornere: A Pennsylvania Idyll Aldornere. A Pennsylvanian Idyll. 'Twas autumn in the woods of Adlornere, The chestnut-burs were bursting in the sun, With all their wealth of fruitage ripe and brown That crackled down all day from bough to bough, Where gathered restless troops of noisy crows On the warm southern slopes that else were still. The squirrel there was busy all day long Hoarding his store deep in the hollow hole, Down in the silence of those autumn woods. But, though scarce other sound of life was heard, Save now and then the cawing of the crows, Faint-heard and distant, all the woods were filled With a continual voice in under-tone, Of the great stream that through the dreamy haze Of softest blue which veiled the crimsoned hills And isles, together fading faint and far, Went winding, shimmering on forever down - Here dim, there flashing in a mellow gold - At last to mingle with the distant sea, Far by the wandering waves and shifting sands. 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.