The autumn leaves are whirled away, The sober skies look down On faded fields and woodlands gray, And the dun-colored town. Through the brown orchards gusty aisle, In sad-hued gown and hood. Slow passes, with a peaceful smile, A maiden pure and good. Her deep, serene, and dove-like eyes A re downward bent, her face. Whereon the days pale shadow lies, Is sweet with nameless grace. The frolic wind beside her blows, The sear leaves dance and leap; With hands before her clasped, she goes As in a waking sleep. To her the ashen skies are bright, The russet earth is fair; And never shone a clearer light. Nor breathed a softer air. Owizard love! whose magic art Transmutes to sun the shade. Thine are the beams that fill the heart Of this meek Quaker
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