Autumn Picture
A day in autumn this, like none I’ve known!
The air is still, as if one scarcely breathed;
Yet far and near come rustling gently down
The loveliest of fruits from every tree.
Oh, think not to intrude on nature’s feast,
This is the harvest which is hers to call;
For from the branches is alone released
What rays of gentle sunlight cause to fall.
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