Autumn on the Beaches
Not more blue at the dawn of the world,
Not more virgin or more gay,
Never in all the million years
Was the sea happier than to-day.
The sand was not more trackless then,
Morning more stainless or more cold—
Only the forest and the fields
Know that the year is old.
Not more virgin or more gay,
Never in all the million years
Was the sea happier than to-day.
The sand was not more trackless then,
Morning more stainless or more cold—
Only the forest and the fields
Know that the year is old.
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