From "Young People's Supplement" The Mail (Adelaide: Saturday, June 9, 1934)

Autumn

The hills are clad in purple and the trees are clad in gold,
And the autumn wind is sighing of a beauty growing old;
And the grey grouse on the heather, and the wild deer in the glen
Are a-dreaming of the sunshine and the soft spring rain.

The autumn mist is rising and the hills are growing grey,
And the first dead leaves are murmuring along the twilight way;
And the swallow and the ousel in the pale light of the dawn,
Are a-flying in the footsteps of the summer that is gone.

Oh, bonnie is the springtime in her tender robe of green,
And the merry, laughing summer is a crimson-mantled queen;
But 'twas autumn, gentle autumn, with her dreaming eyes of grey,
That trapped me in the twilight and stole my heart away!


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Note: this section of the paper printed stuff submitted by kids, and apparently, the editors weren't too particular about whether the kids plagiarized the material. This poem does say "(Copied)" at the top, but it doesn't say from where. It was submitted by a 13-year-old girl.