Autumn Song
A keen west wind from the hills away,
A rustle of curled brown leaves,
A blazon of colors, — O Autumn day,
How Memory subtly weaves
Into your scents and leaf-lit fires
Hopes and dreamings and dead desires.
A rustle of curled brown leaves,
A blazon of colors, — O Autumn day,
How Memory subtly weaves
Into your scents and leaf-lit fires
Hopes and dreamings and dead desires.
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