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Sweetheart Autumn
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Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | ||
Sweetheart Autumn
The woods were black and crimson,The frost-bit flowers were dead,
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With love-winds round her head.
While fruits God-given and splendid
Belonged to her domain:
Baskets of corn in perfect ear
And grapes with purple stain,
The treacherous winds persuaded her
Spring Love was in the wood
Altho' the end of love was hers—
Fruition, Motherhood.
Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | ||