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Tranquility at length, when autumn comes, / Will lie upon the spirit like that haze
Touching far islands on fine autumn days
With tenderest blue, like bloom on purple plums;
Harvest will ring, but not as summer hums, / With noisy enterprise-to broaden, raise, / Proceed, proclaim, establish: autumn stays
The marching year one moment; stills the drums.
Then sits the insistent cricket in the grass; But on the gravel crawls the chilly bee; And all is over that could come to pass
Last year; excepting this: the mind is free
One moment, to compute, refute, amass, / Catalogue, question, contemplate, and see.