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NOVEMBER.

The flowers have with the swallows fled,
And silent is the cricket;
The red leaf rustles overhead,
The brown leaves fill the thicket.
The mild October days are gone,
Sweet nutting-time, and kite-time;
With frost and storm comes slowly on
The year's long wintry night-time.
But while the mellow light departs,
The household draws together,
And ever warmer grow our hearts
As colder grows the weather.