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Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain, / With banners, by great gales incessant fanned, / Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand, / And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain! / Thou standest, like imperial Charlemagne, / Upon thy bridge of gold; thy royal hand / Outstretched with benedictions o'er the land, / Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain! / Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended / So long beneath the heaven's o'er-hanging eaves; / Thy steps are by the farmer's prayers attended; / Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves; / And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid, / Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves!