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AN AUTUMN THOUGHT.
Methinks I never saw the autumn woods
So beautiful as now. They have put on
Their rainbow coloured garments hastily,
As from his icy palace in the North,
With a stern eye upon the shrinking flowers,
And hoarsely heralding the coming cold,
The Frost King hurries; and like courtiers, soon
Donned each their robes of state, at his approach.
