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Very dark the autumn sky, / Dark the clouds that hurried by; / Very rough the autumn breeze / Shouting rudely to the trees.
Listening, frightened, pale, and cold, / Through the withered leaves and mold / Peer'd a violet all in dread -- / "Where, oh, where is spring? " she said.