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As a harvester, at dusk, / Faring down some woody trail / Leading homeward through the musk / Of may-apple and pawpaw, / Hazel-bush, and spice and haw, -- / So comes Autumn, swart and hale, / Drooped of frame and slow of stride.
But withal an air of pride / Looming up in stature far / Higher than his shoulders are; / Weary both in arm and limb, / Yet the wholesome heart of him / Sheer at rest and satisfied.