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/ I oft have net thee, Autumn, wandering / Beside a misty stream, thy locks flung wild; / Thy cheeks a hectic flush more fair than Spring, / As if on thee the scarlet copse had smiled. / Or thee I've seen a twisted oak beneath, / Thy gentle eyes with foolish weeping dim, / Beneath a faded oak from whose tinged leaves / Thou woundedst drowsy wreaths, while the soft breath / Of Morn did kiss thy locks and make them swim / Far out behind, brown as the rustling sheaves.
/ Oft have I thee upon a hillock seen, / Dream-visaged, all agaze at glimpses faint / Of glimmering woods that glanced the hills between / With Indian faces from thy airy paint. / Or I have met thee 'twixt two dappled hills / Within a dingled valley nigh a fall, / Clasped in thy tinted hand a ruddy flower, / And lowly stooping where the leaf-dammed rills / Went babbling low thro' wildwood's arrased hall, / Where burned the beech and maples glared their power.