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
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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