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SONNET—October.

I love the time of Autumn's fading groves;
For with the sere and yellow leaf appears
A dreamy sadness, that my spirit loves,
And loves the more with my departing years.
How soft the light that lies on all the scene,
How sweet the stillness of the hazy noon,
When first succeed to Summer's living green
The Autumn splendors. Then the glorious moon
Sails in a purer heaven, and bright stars shed
A blessed radiance on the paths of men;
And they who walked with timid steps in dread
Of fell disease, at length breathe free again.
Through all the land the hand of death is stayed,
And pallid cheeks with healthful bloom are spread.