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SPRING IN AUTUMN
The ghost of Spring is in this Autumn haze;
The scent of bloom beneath green orchard trees;
The sound of bleating lambs in grassy ways,
Of nesting birds, of songs in yellow leas.
The scent of bloom beneath green orchard trees;
The sound of bleating lambs in grassy ways,
Of nesting birds, of songs in yellow leas.
I find its fragrance in this storèd hay
That knows the secret of the July breeze,
And holds the music of the roundelay,
The creaking crickets sang, and humming bees.
That knows the secret of the July breeze,
And holds the music of the roundelay,
The creaking crickets sang, and humming bees.
The reapers' joy recalls the lark's shrill praise;
His song rose here where now the sickles sing;
And where the weighted ear to harvest sways
He poised, before he spread his skyward wing.
His song rose here where now the sickles sing;
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He poised, before he spread his skyward wing.
The noon of Autumn keeps the wistful gleam
Of April sun, and rain-besprinkled rays;
And the pale wings of falling petals seem
To dim the sunshine of September days.
Of April sun, and rain-besprinkled rays;
And the pale wings of falling petals seem
To dim the sunshine of September days.
A.
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