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 Third act of the eternal play!
 In poster-like emblazonries
  "Autumn once more begins today"--
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 Third act of the eternal play!
 In poster-like emblazonries
  "Autumn once more begins today"--
   'Tis written all across the trees
    In yellow like Chinese. 
 Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring,
 Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing,
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 Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring,
 Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing,
  Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove,
   Say, is not absence death to those who love? 
 Every season hath its pleasure;
 Spring may boast her flowery prime,
  Yet the vineyard's ruby treasuries
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 Every season hath its pleasure;
 Spring may boast her flowery prime,
  Yet the vineyard's ruby treasuries
   Brighten Autumn's sob'rer time. 
 This sunlight shames November where he grieves
 In dead red leaves, and will not let him shun
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 This sunlight shames November where he grieves
 In dead red leaves, and will not let him shun
  The day, though bough with bough be overrun.
   But with a blessing every glade receives
    High salutation. 
 A breath, whence no man knows,
 Swaying the grating weeds, it blows;
  It comes, it grieves, it read more 
 A breath, whence no man knows,
 Swaying the grating weeds, it blows;
  It comes, it grieves, it goes.
   Once it rocked the summer rose. 
 O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
 With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
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 O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
 With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
  Beneath my shady roof; there thou mayest rest
   And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
    And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
     Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers. 
 Autumn
 Into earth's lap does throw
  Brown apples gay in a game of play,
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 Autumn
 Into earth's lap does throw
  Brown apples gay in a game of play,
   As the equinoctials blow. 
 Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods,
 And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt,
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 Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods,
 And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt,
  And night by night the monitory blast
   Wails in the key-hole, telling how it pass'd
    O'er empty fields, or upland solitudes,
     Or grim wide wave; and now the power is felt
      Of melancholy, tenderer in its moods
       Than any joy indulgent Summer dealt. 
 Yellow, mellow, ripened days,
 Sheltered in a golden coating;
  O'er the dreamy, listless haze,
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 Yellow, mellow, ripened days,
 Sheltered in a golden coating;
  O'er the dreamy, listless haze,
   White and dainty cloudlets floating;
    Winking at the blushing trees,
     And the sombre, furrowed fallow;
      Smiling at the airy ease,
       Of the southward flying swallow
        Sweet and smiling are thy ways,
         Beauteous, golden Autumn days.