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Now hath the summer reached her golden close	A
And lost amid her corn fields bright of soul	B
Scarcely perceives from her divine repose	C
How near how swift the inevitable goal	B
Still still she smiles though from her careless feet	D
The bounty and the fruitful strength are gone	E
And through the soft long wondering days goes on	F
The silent sere decadence sad and sweet	D
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The kingbird and the pensive thrush are fled	G
Children of light too fearful of the gloom	H
The sun falls low the secret word is said	G
The mouldering woods grow silent as the tomb	H
Even the fields have lost their sovereign grace	I
The cone flower and the marguerite and no more	J
Across the river's shadow haunted floor	J
The paths of skimming swallows interlace	I
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Already in the outland wilderness	K
The forests echo with unwonted dins	K
In clamorous gangs the gathering woodmen press	K
Northward and the stern winter's toil begins	K
Around the long low shanties whose rough lines	K
Break the sealed dreams of many an unnamed lake	L
Already in the frost clear morns awake	L
The crash and thunder of the falling pines	K
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Where the tilled earth with all its fields set free	M
Naked and yellow from the harvest lies	K
By many a loft and busy granary	M
The hum and tumult of the thrashers rise	K
There the tanned farmers labor without slack	N
Till twilight deepens round the spouting mill	O
Feeding the loosened sheaves or with fierce will	O
Pitching waist deep upon the dusty stack	N
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Still a brief while ere the old year quite pass	K
Our wandering steps and wistful eyes shall greet	D
The leaf the water the beloved grass	K
Still from these haunts and this accustomed seat	D
I see the wood wrapt city swept with light	P
The blue long shadowed distance and between	Q
The dotted farm lands with their parcelled green	Q
The dark pine forest and the watchful height	P
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I see the broad rough meadow stretched away	R
Into the crystal sunshine wastes of sod	S
Acres of withered vervain purple gray	R
Branches of aster groves of goldenrod	S
And yonder toward the sunlit summit strewn	T
With shadowy boulders crowned and swathed with weed	U
Stand ranks of silken thistles blown to seed	U
Long silver fleeces shining like the noon	T
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In far off russet corn fields where the dry	M
Gray shocks stand peaked and withering half concealed	V
In the rough earth the orange pumpkins lie	M
Full ribbed and in the windless pasture field	V
The sleek red horses o'er the sun warmed ground	W
Stand pensively about in companies	K
While all around them from the motionless trees	K
The long clean shadows sleep without a sound	W
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Under cool elm trees floats the distant stream	X
Moveless as air and o'er the vast warm earth	Y
The fathomless daylight seems to stand and dream	X
A liquid cool elixir all its girth	Y
Bound with faint haze a frail transparency	M
Whose lucid purple barely veils and fills	K
The utmost valleys and the thin last hills	K
Nor mars one whit their perfect clarity	M
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Thus without grief the golden days go by	M
So soft we scarcely notice how they wend	Z
And like a smile half happy or a sigh	M
The summer passes to her quiet end	Z
And soon too soon around the cumbered eaves	K
Sly frosts shall take the creepers by surprise	K
And through the wind touched reddening woods shall rise	K
October with the rain of ruined leaves	K

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