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There is a long thin line of fading gold / In the far West, and the transfigured leaves / On some slight, topmost bough that sways and heaves / Hang limp and tremulous. Nor warm, nor cold / The pungent air, and, 'neath the yellow haze, / Show flushed and glad the wild, October ways.
There is a soft enchantment in the air, / A mystery the Summer knows not, nor / The sturdy, frost-crowned Winter. Nature wore / Her blandest smile to-day, as here and there / I wandered, elf-beset, through wood and field / And gleaned the glories of the autumn yield.