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AN AUTUMN DAY.
1.
Shrouded comes Autumn walkingThrough glimmering woodland and waste,
And with misty breath she quells
The leaves and dreams of Spring.
The robin warbles in dripping glades,
On grassy hillocks the swallows crowd,
Brooding their southward flight.
2.
For the migratory sunDeserts his northern nest,
In the creeping chill its dying brood
Pines for the warmth of his wing;
And, where harvesters reaped and sang,
The gaunt o'erteemèd Earth
Sees spectres walking amid the sheaves:
Season of visions, hail!
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