A beauty on the scene attends
Ere autumn comes & summer ends
When summers glory first we see
As stained with its mortality
Each morn wakes wan its sunlight wanes
On yellowing leaves & fading plains
Green fields no more the summer views
All sickened into ripened hues
Of brown & grey & darksome glooms
That mark the path where autumn comes
& in each woodlands buried way
The dewdrop lives for half the day
Dank mists oft creep 'twixt earth & sky
& dreaming dim the mornings eye
& dullness wears along the while
As if the sun was loath to smile
When summers glory first we see
As stained with its mortality
Each morn wakes wan its sunlight wanes
On yellowing leaves & fading plains
Green fields no more the summer views
All sickened into ripened hues
Of brown & grey & darksome glooms
That mark the path where autumn comes
& in each woodlands buried way
The dewdrop lives for half the day
Dank mists oft creep 'twixt earth & sky
& dreaming dim the mornings eye
& dullness wears along the while
As if the sun was loath to smile
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