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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Autumn Woods</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ere, in the northern gale,<br>The summer tresses of the trees are gone,<br>The woods of Autumn, all around our vale,<br>Have put their glory on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mountains that infold,<br>In their wide sweep, the coloured landscape round,<br>Seem groups of giant kings, in purple and gold,<br>That guard the enchanted ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I roam the woods that crown<br>The upland, where the mingled splendours glow,<br>Where the gay company of trees look down<br>On the green fields below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My steps are not alone<br>In these bright walks; the sweet south-west, at play,<br>Flies, rustling, where the painted leaves are strown<br>Along the winding way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And far in heaven, the while,<br>The sun, that sends that gale to wander here,<br>Pours out on the fair earth his quiet smile,--<br>The sweetest of the year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where now the solemn shade,<br>Verdure and gloom where many branches meet;<br>So grateful, when the noon of summer made<br>The valleys sick with heat?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let in through all the trees<br>Come the strange rays; the forest depths are bright?<br>Their sunny-coloured foliage, in the breeze,<br>Twinkles, like beams of light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rivulet, late unseen,<br>Where bickering through the shrubs its waters run,<br>Shines with the image of its golden screen,<br>And glimmerings of the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But 'neath yon crimson tree,<br>Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame,<br>Nor mark, within its roseate canopy,<br>Her blush of maiden shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, Autumn! why so soon<br>Depart the hues that make thy forests glad;<br>Thy gentle wind and thy fair sunny noon,<br>And leave thee wild and sad!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! 'twere a lot too blessed<br>For ever in thy coloured shades to stray;<br>Amid the kisses of the soft south-west<br>To rove and dream for aye;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And leave the vain low strife<br>That makes men mad--the tug for wealth and power,<br>The passions and the cares that wither life,<br>And waste its little hour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cullen+Bryant">William Cullen Bryant</a><div class=q>
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The summer tresses of the trees are gone,
The woods of Autumn, all around our vale,
Have put their glory on.

The mountains that infold,
In their wide sweep, the coloured landscape round,
Seem groups of giant kings, in p..."></div>
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