This Poem is an address to the recurring anniversary of Hallam's death,
which had before been commemorated in Poem lxxii.--
"Day, when I lost the flower of men."
The early signs of Autumn are very sweetly described, in personifying a
day that will remind many of births and bridals, but still more of deaths;
and wherever the sorrowing survivors may reside, they are on this day
"kindred souls" with himself--though they be utter strangers--
"They know me not, but mourn with me."