Fleeces unbounded ether; whose least wave 

Stands tremulous, uncertain where to turn 

The gentle current: while illumin'd wide, 

The dewy-skirted clouds imbibe the sun, 

And thro' their uvid pores his temper'd force 

Shed o'er the peaceful world."  -Autumn

(Elizabeth) "The pale, descending year, yet pleasing still, 

A gentler mood inspires; for now the leaf 

Incessant rustles from the mournful grove, 

Oft starting such as, studious, walk below, 

And slowly circles thro' the waving air." - Autumn

(Taylor) "Shade deepening over shade, the country round 

Imbrown; a crowded umbrage, dusk, and dun, Of every hue, from wan, declining green To sooty dark." (Autumn by James Thomson)

(Kaley) "The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wing slowly o'er the lea, 
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me."

Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,

And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;"

"The moping owl does to the moon complain

Of such, as wandering near her secret bower,

Molest her ancient solitary reign."- Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard

Claire Hardin, from "Ode to Evening" by Collins:
"For when thy folding Star arifing shews
His paly Circlet, at his warning Lamp
The fragrant Hours, and Elves
Who slept in Buds the Day..."

Blair: "Now air is hush'd fave where the weak-ey'd bat, 
With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing,
or where the beetle winds
His small but sullen Horn,
As oft he rides 'midst the twilight Path,
Against the Pilgrim born in heedless Hum:" - Ode to Evening

Shade deepening over shade, the country round 

Imbrown; a crowded umbrage, dusk, and dun, 

Of every hue, from wan, declining green 

To sooty dark." (Autumn in the Season, James Thomson) -Addi

 "Mean-time, light-shadowing all, a sober calm fleeces unbounded ether:...The gentle current: while illumin'd wide, The dewy-skirted clouds imbibe the sun, and thro' their uvid pores his temper'd force shed o'er the peaceful world."
(Autumn, James Thomson) -Norah

"The pale, descending year, yet pleasing still, 

A gentler mood inspires; for now the leaf 

Incessant rustles from the mournful grove, 

Oft starting such as, studious, walk below, 

And slowly circles thro' the waving air." - Elyssa

"While sallow Autumn fills thy Lap with Leaves," and " for now the leaf / Incessant rustles from the mournful grove,"
- Mary Cam

Of bolder fruits falls from the naked tree; 

And woods, fields, gardens, orchards, all around 

The desolated prospect thrills the soul." - James Thomson