O AUTUMN days, your lives are brief,
With dying sunlight crown'd,
When pale November's wither'd leaf
Whirls to the frosty ground;
When bleak o'er all the barren plains
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The boisterous winds are blown,
And thro' the dreary-dripping rains
The lonely forests moan.
O autumn days, your lives are brief,
With dying sunlight crown'd,
And darkness, when love's faded leaf
Whirls to the frosty ground!
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