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THE SEASON
Summer's gone and over!
Fogs are falling down;
And with russet tinges
Autumn's doing brown.
Fogs are falling down;
And with russet tinges
Autumn's doing brown.
Boughs are daily rifled
By the gusty thieves,
And the Book of Nature
Getteth short of leaves.
By the gusty thieves,
And the Book of Nature
Getteth short of leaves.
Round the tops of houses,
Swallows, as they flit,
Give, like yearly tenants,
Notices to quit.
Swallows, as they flit,
Give, like yearly tenants,
Notices to quit.
Skies, of fickle temper,
Weep by turns, and laugh—
Night and Day together
Taking half-and-half.
Weep by turns, and laugh—
Night and Day together
Taking half-and-half.
So September endeth—
Cold, and most perverse—
But the month that follows
Sure will pinch us worse!
Cold, and most perverse—
But the month that follows
Sure will pinch us worse!
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