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“OCTOBER WINDS.”
October winds are hungering o'er the hillIn a vain search for summer joys that flee
The approaching day of desolated tree
And vanished flower and unmelodious rill;
And yet a parting beauty lingers still
Of Autumn's own, which were not sad to see
But for bare fields and flower-forsaken lea
And wan loose leaves that all the valley fill.
For I have found, when summer days were dead,
In a sad glen of whisper'd memories full,
Autumn rejoicing in the berries red
Of a gay rowan by a Highland pool,
Amid the signs of sorrow Nature shed
When Summer's love for her began to cool.
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