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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416567" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Autumn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As a harvester, at dusk,<br>Faring down some woody trail<br>Leading homeward through the musk<br>Of may-apple and pawpaw,<br>Hazel-bush, and spice and haw,--<br>So comes Autumn, swart and hale,<br>Drooped of frame and slow of stride.<br>But withal an air of pride<br>Looming up in stature far<br>Higher than his shoulders are;<br>Weary both in arm and limb,<br>Yet the wholesome heart of him<br>Sheer at rest and satisfied.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Greet him as with glee of drums<br>And glad cymbals, as he comes!<br>Robe him fair, O Rain and Shine.<br>He the Emperor--the King--<br>Royal lord of everything<br>Sagging Plenty's granary floors<br>And out-bulging all her doors;<br>He the god of corn and wine,<br>Honey, milk, and fruit and oil--<br>Lord of feast, as lord of toil--<br>Jocund host of yours and mine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ho! the revel of his laugh!--<br>Half is sound of winds, and half<br>Roar of ruddy blazes drawn<br>Up the throats of chimneys wide,<br>Circling which, from side to side,<br>Faces--lit as by the Dawn,<br>With her highest tintings on<br>Tip of nose, and cheek, and chin--<br>Smile at some old fairy-tale<br>Of enchanted lovers, in<br>Silken gown and coat of mail,<br>With a retinue of elves<br>Merry as their very selves,<br>Trooping ever, hand in hand,<br>Down the dales of Wonderland.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the glory of his song!--<br>Lifting up his dreamy eyes--<br>Singing haze across the skies;<br>Singing clouds that trail along<br>Towering tops of trees that seize<br>Tufts of them to stanch the breeze;<br>Singing slanted strands of rain<br>In between the sky and earth,<br>For the lyre to mate the mirth<br>And the might of his refrain:<br>Singing southward-flying birds<br>Down to us, and afterwards<br>Singing them to flight again;<br>Singing blushes to the cheeks<br>Of the leaves upon the trees--<br>Singing on and changing these<br>Into pallor, slowly wrought,<br>Till the little, moaning creeks<br>Bear them to their last farewell,<br>As Elaine, the lovable,<br>Was borne down to Lancelot.--<br>Singing drip of tears, and then<br>Drying them with smiles again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Singing apple, peach and grape,<br>Into roundest, plumpest shape,<br>Rosy ripeness to the face<br>Of the pippin; and the grace<br>Of the dainty stamin-tip<br>To the huge bulk of the pear,<br>Pendant in the green caress<br>Of the leaves, and glowing through<br>With the tawny laziness<br>Of the gold that Ophir knew,--<br>Haply, too, within its rind<br>Such a cleft as bees may find,<br>Bungling on it half aware.<br>And wherein to see them sip<br>Fancy lifts an oozy lip,<br>And the singer's falter there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet as swallows swimming through<br>Eddyings of dusk and dew,<br>Singing happy scenes of home<br>Back to sight of eager eyes<br>That have longed for them to come,<br>Till their coming is surprise<br>Uttered only by the rush<br>Of quick tears and prayerful hush;<br>Singing on, in clearer key,<br>Hearty palms of you and me<br>Into grasps that tingle still<br>Rapturous, and ever will!<br>Singing twank and twang of strings--<br>Trill of flute and clarinet<br>In a melody that rings<br>Like the tunes we used to play,<br>And our dreams are playing yet!<br>Singing lovers, long astray,<br>Each to each, and, sweeter things--<br>Singing in their marriage-day,<br>And a banquet holding all<br>These delights for festival.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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Faring down some woody trail
Leading homeward through the musk
Of may-apple and pawpaw,
Hazel-bush, and spice and haw,--
So comes Autumn, swart and hale,
Drooped of frame and slow of stride.
But withal an air of pride
Loom..."></div>
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