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Alfred Austin - An Autumn Picture
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Now round red roofs stand russet stacks arow:
 Homeward from gleaning in the stubbly wheat,
 High overhead the harsh rook saileth slow,
 And cupless acorns crackle `neath your feet.
 No breeze, no breath, veereth the oasthouse hoods,
 Whence the faint smoke floats fragrantly away;
 And, in the distance, the half—hazy woods
 Glow with the barren glory of decay.
 Vainly the bramble strives to drape the hedge,
 Whose leafless gaps show many an empty nest:
 The chill pool stagnates round the seeded sedge;
 And, as the sunset saddens in the west,
 Funereal mist comes creeping down the dale,
 And widowed Autumn weeps behind her veil.
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