"O'er hill and field October's glories fade; O'er hill and field the blackbirds southward fly; The brown leaves rustle down the forest glade, Where naked branches make a fitful shade, And the lost blooms of Autumn withered lie."
"I let my summer days pass idly on."
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Source: George Arnold (1866). “Drift: A Sea-shore Idyl : and Other Poems”, p.26
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