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    Autumnal Sonnet by William Allingham

    Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods,

    And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt,

    And night by night the monitory blast

    Wails in the key-hold, telling how it pass’d

    O’er empty fields, or upland solitudes,

    Or grim wide wave; and now the power is felt

    Of melancholy, tenderer in its moods

    Than any joy indulgent summer dealt.

    Dear friends, together in the glimmering eve,

    Pensive and glad, with tones that recognise

    The soft invisible dew in each one’s eyes,

    It may be, somewhat thus we shall have leave

    To walk with memory,–when distant lies

    Poor Earth, where we were wont to live and grieve.

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