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Sara Teasdale - Love In Autumn
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I sought among the drifting leaves, 
The golden leaves that once were green, 
To see if Love were hiding there 
And peeping out between.

For thro` the silver showers of May 
And thro` the summer`s heavy heat, 
In vain I sought his golden head 
And light, fast-flying feet.

Perhaps when all the world is bare 
And cruel winter holds the land, 
The Love that finds no place to hide 
Will run and catch my hand.

I shall not care to have him then, 
I shall be bitter and a-cold — 
It grows too late for frolicking 
When all the world is old.

Then little hiding Love, come forth, 
Come forth before the autumn goes, 
And let us seek thro` ruined paths 
The garden`s last red rose.
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