Autumn, thou stand betwix
The summer and the winter,
Still, like divinity thou mix
Contradictions: The soul and the matter.
Summer still warms during the day,
As, takes it paddy to its youth,
Winter too sneaks in after the sun's last ray,—
Dew almost rains to water their mouth.
Summer's last ripening and windfall;
Last gift to that lonely little lass,
Looking eagerly into some tree tall,
'What'd I offer', the winter guess.
Autumn, thou save that farmer from weather bite,
Which the two extremities try to force by fight.
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