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Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud / At dawn, a fortnight overdue, / Jostling the doors, and tearing through / My bedroom to rejoin the cloud, / I know-for I can hear the hiss / And scrape of leaves along the floor- / How many boughs, lashed bare by this, / Will rake the cluttered sky once more.
Tardy, and somewhat south of east, / The sun will rise at length, made known / More by the meagre light increased
Than by a disk in splendour shown;
When, having but to turn my head, / Through the stripped maple I shall see, / Bleak and remembered, patched with red, / The hill all summer hid from me.