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Autumn's Gold





Autumn's Gold

Along the tops of all the yellow trees,
The golden-yellow trees, the sunshine lies;


And where the leaves are gone, long rays surprise
Lone depths of thicket with their brightnesses;


And through the woods, all waste of many a breeze,
Cometh more joy of light for Poet's eyes--


Green fields lying yellow underneath the skies,
And shining houses and blue distances.


By the roadside, like rocks of golden ore
That make the western river-beds so bright,


The briar and the furze are all alight!
Perhaps the year will be so fair no more,


But now the fallen, falling leaves are gay,
And autumn old has shone into a Day!

               
                              ~ George MacDonald


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