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1. I am the Autumn. Rising from the throne / I watch the pageant of my courtiers pass; / Chestnuts' canary-feather'd beauty strown -- / The lime's gold tribute at his foot amass -- / Then fragile jewels from the larches blown / Enrich with disarray the trembling grass, / Until the beggar'd elms, too proud to bend, / Emblaze a hundred winds with my rash kingdom's end.
2. But look! within the beech's burning house / Some Nutter, deaf to shouts of fellow-thieves, / Hath flung him with his crook to dream and drowse / Flush-cheek'd, alone, upon the mounded leaves. / The curious squirrel headlong from his eaves / Creeps down to mark: then drops with sudden souse; / The still-come culvers burst away -- and flits / The beechmast-feasting multitude of shadowy tits.