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AUTUMN VOICES.
When I was in the wood to-day
The golden leaves were falling round me,
And I thought I heard soft voices say
Words that with sad enchantment bound me.
The golden leaves were falling round me,
And I thought I heard soft voices say
Words that with sad enchantment bound me.
O dying year! O flying year!
O days of dimness, nights of sorrow!
O lessening light! O lengthening night!
O morn forlorn, and hopeless morrow!
O days of dimness, nights of sorrow!
O lessening light! O lengthening night!
O morn forlorn, and hopeless morrow!
No bodies visible had these
Whose voice I heard so sadly calling;
They were the spirits of the trees
Lamenting for the bright leaves falling.
Whose voice I heard so sadly calling;
They were the spirits of the trees
Lamenting for the bright leaves falling.
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The light leaves rustled on the ground,
Wind-stirred; and when again I hearkened,
Hushed were those voices. Wide around
Night fell, and all the ways were darkened.
Wind-stirred; and when again I hearkened,
Hushed were those voices. Wide around
Night fell, and all the ways were darkened.
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