The leaves of Autumn drop by two's and three's
& the black cloud hung o'er the old low church
Is fixed as is a rock that never stirs
But look again & you may well perceive
The weather cock is in another sky
& the cloud passing leaves the blue behind
Crimson & yellow bloch'd with Iron Brown
Is fixed as is a rock that never stirs
But look again & you may well perceive
The weather cock is in another sky
& the cloud passing leaves the blue behind
Crimson & yellow bloch'd with Iron Brown
The Autumn tans & varigates the leaves
The nuts are ripe in woods about the Town
Russet the cleared fields where the bindweed weaves
The nuts are ripe in woods about the Town
Russet the cleared fields where the bindweed weaves
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