Beauty in despair

Now autumns sorrows meet the faded leaf

& sick & faint resumes her hopless care

No flower or minstrel bird consoles her grief

Silent & wan as beauty in despair

Still autumn do I love thy faded face

Thy sad still musings on the dying year

Thy downcast eye thy solemn suited pace

Holds each a charm as beauty with her tear

Thy mournful sighs that wake the woods despair

Thy fading dress that leaves thy bosom bare

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