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AUTUMN.
O Autumn fair, most sad, most sweet,
Sweeter than Spring when young lambs bleat,
And ev'ry hedge is white with May,
Tarry awhile, and with us stay,
Fain would I bind thy flying feet.
Sweeter than Spring when young lambs bleat,
And ev'ry hedge is white with May,
Tarry awhile, and with us stay,
Fain would I bind thy flying feet.
Swallows have fled on pinions fleet,
The Cuckoo sought a far retreat,
Ah, why will you, too, haste away,
O Autumn fair?
The Cuckoo sought a far retreat,
Ah, why will you, too, haste away,
O Autumn fair?
A winding-sheet thy leaves will form,
Of gorgeous colours fit and meet
For the dead year; no shroud of grey,
But one resplendent, bright, and gay,
With gold and crimson dyes replete,
O Autumn fair.
Of gorgeous colours fit and meet
For the dead year; no shroud of grey,
But one resplendent, bright, and gay,
With gold and crimson dyes replete,
O Autumn fair.
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