A Poem as the Fall Begins: October
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; To-morrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; To-morrow they may form and go. O hushed October morning mild, Begin … Continue reading A Poem as the Fall Begins: October
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