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Pale amber sunlight falls across|
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summers loss
Seems little, dear! on days like these.
Let misty autumn be our part!|
The twilight of the year is sweet:
Where shadow and the darkness meet
Our love, a twilight of the heart
Eludes a little times deceit.
Are we not better and at home|
In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
No harvest joy is worth a dream?
A little while and night shall come,
A little while, then, let us dream.
Beyond the pearled horizons lie|
Winter and night: awaiting these
We garner this poor hour of ease,
Until love turn from us and die
Beneath the drear November trees.
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