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Autumn Song

Edith Nesbit

"Will you not walk the woods with me?
The shafts of sunlight burn
On many a golden-crested tree
And many a russet fern."

"The Summer's robe is dyed anew,
And Autumn's veil of mist
Is gemmed with little pearls of dew
Where first we met and kissed."

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"I will not walk the woodlands brown
Where ghosts and mists are blown,
But I will walk the lonely down
And I will walk alone."

"Where Night spreads out her mighty wing
And dead days keep their tryst,
There will I weep the woods of Spring
Where first we met and kissed."

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