DANCING down the leaves are dropping,
Yellow-brown and crimson-red;
With each leaf a life is stopping
In the branches overhead.
Whirling down and idly drifting,
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Like the clouds in sunset sky,
Changing form and color shifting,
Fast as dreams in fancy's eye.
But, despite the landscape sober,
And the chilly winds that blow,
Bare, unfoliaged October
From the summer to the snow,
Of another land I'm dreaming,
Where the flowers blossom still,
And the cliff-born brook is streaming
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