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AUTUMN SONG by EDWARD DOWDEN

First Line: LONG AUTUMN RAIN;/WHITE MISTS WHICH CHOKE THE VALE, AND BLOT THE SIDES
Last Line: OF WINGED THINGS.
Subject(s): AUTUMN; SEASONS; FALL;
LONG Autumn rain;
White mists which choke the vale, and blot the sides
Of the bewildered hills; in all the plain
No field agleam where the gold pageant was,
And silent o'er a tangle of drenched grass
The blackbird glides.

In the heart, -- fire,
Fire and clear air and cries of water-springs,
And large, pure winds; all April's quick desire,
All June's possession; a most fearless Earth
Drinking great ardours; and the rapturous birth
Of winged things.



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