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9
OCTOBER.
A fitful wind about the eaves,
That sways the creaking door;
The shadows of the falling leaves
Flit past me on the floor.
That sways the creaking door;
The shadows of the falling leaves
Flit past me on the floor.
The autumn skies are clear above,
But silent is their song;
Oh, spirit of the changeless love,
Keep back my autumn long!
But silent is their song;
Oh, spirit of the changeless love,
Keep back my autumn long!
In vain with gold the forest weaves
Its sylvan greenness o'er;
The shadows of the falling leaves
Flit past me on the floor.
Its sylvan greenness o'er;
The shadows of the falling leaves
Flit past me on the floor.
It means the world is growing old,
It means no birds to sing;
Oh, not for all the autumn's gold
Would I forego my spring!
It means no birds to sing;
Oh, not for all the autumn's gold
Would I forego my spring!
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