Melancholy Autumn

Now melancholy autumn comes anew

With showery clouds and fields of wheat tanned brown

Along the meadow banks I peace pursue

And see the wild flowers gleaming up and down

Like sun and light; the ragwort's golden crown

Mirrors like sunshine when sunbeams retire

And silver yarrow: there's the little town

And o'er the meadows gleams that slender spire

Reminding me of one, and waking fond desire

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