ON woodlands ruddy with autumn
The amber sunshine lies;
I look on the beauty round me,
And tears come into my eyes.
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This little rill, that from the springs
Of yonder grove its current brings,
Plays on the slope a while, and then
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When, as the garish day is done,
Heaven burns with the descended sun,
'Tis passing sweet to mark,
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Beneath the waning moon I walk at night,
And muse on human life--for all around
Are dim uncertain shapes that cheat the sight,
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The sad and solemn night
Hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires;
The glorious host of light
Walk the dark hemisphere till she retires;
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When spring, to woods and wastes around,
Brought bloom and joy again,
The murdered traveller's bones were found,
Far down a narrow glen.
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The summer day is closed--the sun is set:
Well they have done their office, those bright hours,
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Gather him to his grave again,
And solemnly and softly lay,
Beneath the verdure of the plain,
The warrior's scattered bones away.
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Let me move slowly through the street,
Filled with an ever-shifting train,
Amid the sound of steps that beat
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Oh silvery streamlet of the fields,
That flowest full and free!
For thee the rains of spring return,
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