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W H Auden - Autumn Song
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     Now the leaves are falling fast,
     Nurse`s flowers will not last;
     Nurses to the graves are gone,
     And the prams go rolling on.

     Whispering neighbours, left and right,
     Pluck us from the real delight;
     And the active hands must freeze
     Lonely on the separate knees.

     Dead in hundreds at the back
     Follow wooden in our track,
     Arms raised stiffly to reprove
     In false attitudes of love.

     Starving through the leafless wood
     Trolls run scolding for their food;
     And the nightingale is dumb,
     And the angel will not come.

     Cold, impossible, ahead
     Lifts the mountain`s lovely head
     Whose white waterfall could bless
     Travellers in their last distress.
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