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DAWN	A
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As though a gipsy maiden with dim look	B
Sat crooning by the roadside of the year	C
So Autumn in thy strangeness thou art here	D
To read dark fortunes for us from the book	B
Of fate thou flingest in the crinkled brook	B
The trembling maple's gold and frosty clear	C
Thy mocking laughter thrills the atmosphere	C
And drifting on its current calls the rook	B
To other lands As one who wades alone	E
Deep in the dusk and hears the minor talk	F
Of distant melody and finds the tone	E
In some wierd way compelling him to stalk	F
The paths of childhood over so I moan	E
And like a troubled sleeper groping walk	F
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DUSK	G
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The frightened herds of clouds across the sky	H
Trample the sunshine down and chase the day	I
Into the dusky forest lands of gray	I
And somber twilight Far and faint and high	H
The wild goose trails his harrow with a cry	H
Sad as the wail of some poor castaway	I
Who sees a vessel drifting far astray	I
Of his last hope and lays him down to die	H
The children riotous from school grow bold	J
And quarrel with the wind whose angry gust	K
Plucks off the summer hat and flaps the fold	J
Of many a crimson cloak and twirls the dust	K
In spiral shapes grotesque and dims the gold	J
Of gleaming tresses with the blur of rust	K
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NIGHT	L
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Funereal Darkness drear and desolate	M
Muffles the world The moaning of the wind	N
Is piteous with sobs of saddest kind	N
And laughter is a phantom at the gate	O
Of memory The long neglected grate	O
Within sprouts into flame and lights the mind	N
With hopes and wishes long ago refined	N
To ashes long departed friends await	O
Our words of welcome and our lips are dumb	P
And powerless to greet the ones that press	Q
Old kisses there The baby beats its drum	P
And fancy marches to the dear caress	Q
Of mother arms and all the gleeful hum	P
Of home intrudes upon our loneliness	R

James Whitcomb Riley

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