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Along the tops of all the yellow trees, / The golden-yellow trees, the sunshine lies; / And where the leaves are gone, long rays surprise / Lone depths of thicket with their brightnesses; / And through the woods, all waste of many a breeze, / Cometh more joy of light for Poet's eyes -- / Green fields lying yellow underneath the skies, / And shining houses and blue distances.
By the roadside, like rocks of golden ore / That make the western river-beds so bright, / The briar and the furze are all alight!
Perhaps the year will be so fair no more, / But now the fallen, falling leaves are gay, / And autumn old has shone into a Day!