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Autumn clouds are flying, flying / O'er the waste of blue; / Summer flowers are dying, dying, / Late so lovely new. / Labouring wains are slowly rolling / Home with winter grain; / Holy bells are slowly tolling / Over buried men.
Goldener light sets noon a sleeping / Like an afternoon; / Colder airs come stealing, creeping / From the misty moon; / And the leaves, of old age dying, / Earthy hues put on; / Out on every lone wind sighing / That their day is gone.