Autumn

IN BREEZE .

How fast she drops her blazing leaves in mirth!
Hark! how she laughs to see them heap the earth;
To see the happy children gather them,
As though each color were a precious gem!

IN CALM .

How slow and stately doth her leafage fall!
Dethroned, she holds her royalty through all,
Reluctant still to let her glories down
As is a monarch parting with his crown.
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