Beech trees tho their bloom is flown
Still fragments of the autumn wear
Muffld in leaves of rustling brown
Coy beautys wildness lingers there
& milking hovels passing bye
In some close nook were shelter dwells
& cows at quiet musing lye
Whose breath steams up in savourey smells
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