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In autumn when the woods are red / And skies are gray and clear, / The sportsmen seek the wild fowls' bed / Or follow down the deer; / And Cupid hunts by haugh and head, / By riverside and mere.
I walk, not seeing where I tread / And keep my heart with fear.
Sir, have an eye, on where you tread / And keep your heart with fear, / For something lingers here; / A touch of April not yet dead, / In Autumn when the woods are red / And skies are gray and clear.