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The phalanxes of corn stand grim and serried, / Dull gold the sodden sheaves, / The violets that smiled with Spring are buried / Under the leaves.
Along the land the Winter's doom is creeping / All vainly Autumn grieves; / And she who made my heart's sweet Spring is sleeping / Under the leaves.