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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416877" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Time Of Clearer twitterings</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time of crisp and tawny leaves,<br>And of tarnished harvest sheaves,<br>And of dusty grasses--weeds--<br>Thistles, with their tufted seeds<br>Voyaging the Autumn breeze<br>Like as fairy argosies:<br>Time of quicker flash of wings,<br>And of clearer twitterings<br>In the grove, or deeper shade<br>Of the tangled everglade,--<br>Where the spotted water-snake<br>Coils him in the sunniest brake;<br>And the bittern, as in fright,<br>Darts, in sudden, slanting flight,<br>Southward, while the startled crane<br>Films his eyes in dreams again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down along the dwindled creek<br>We go loitering. We speak<br>Only with old questionings<br>Of the dear remembered things<br>Of the days of long ago,<br>When the stream seemed thus and so<br>In our boyish eyes:--The bank<br>Greener then, through rank on rank<br>Of the mottled sycamores,<br>Touching tops across the shores:<br>Here, the hazel thicket stood--<br>There, the almost pathless wood<br>Where the shellbark hickory tree<br>Rained its wealth on you and me.<br>Autumn! as you loved us then,<br>Take us to your heart again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Season halest of the year!<br>How the zestful atmosphere<br>Nettles blood and brain, and smites<br>Into life the old delights<br>We have tasted in our youth,<br>And our graver years, forsooth!<br>How again the boyish heart<br>Leaps to see the chipmunk start<br>From the brush and sleek the sun<br>Very beauty, as he runs!<br>How again a subtle hint<br>Of crushed pennyroyal or mint,<br>Sends us on our knees, as when<br>We were truant boys of ten--<br>Brown marauders of the wood,<br>Merrier than Robin Hood!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! will any minstrel say,<br>In his sweetest roundelay,<br>What is sweeter, after all,<br>Than black haws, in early Fall--<br>Fruit so sweet the frost first sat,<br>Dainty-toothed, and nibbled at!<br>And will any poet sing<br>Of a lusher, richer thing<br>Than a ripe May-apple, rolled<br>Like a pulpy lump of gold<br>Under thumb and finger-tips,<br>And poured molten through the lips?<br>Go, ye bards of classic themes,<br>Pipe your songs by classic streams!<br>I would twang the redbird's wings<br>In the thicket while he sings!</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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Time of crisp and tawny leaves,
And of tarnished harvest sheaves,
And of dusty grasses--weeds--
Thistles, with their tufted seeds
Voyaging the Autumn breeze
Like as fairy argosies:
Time of quicker flash of wings,
And of clearer twitterings
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