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The frightened herds of clouds across the sky / Trample the sunshine down, and chase the day / Into the dusky forest-lands of gray / And sombre twilight. Far and faint, and high, / The wild goose trails his harrow, with a cry / Sad as the wail of some poor castaway / Who sees a vessel drifting far astray / Of his last hope, and lays him down to die.
The children, riotous from school, grow bold / And quarrel with the wind whose angry gust / Plucks off the summer-hat, and flaps the fold / Of many a crimson cloak, and twirls the dust / In spiral shapes grotesque, and dims the gold / Of gleaming tresses with the blur of rust.