But yesterday 'twas Autumn, and the leaves, All aureate and vermeil, strewed the ground And lay in drifted banks the trees around — A fair and gorgeous sight. Night's hours, like thieves Have stol'n them all, and now the Winter weaves Where erst they lay, an ermine pall of snow. Yon woods, where some lone bird for Autumn grieves, And hills and fields, that pallid covering know.
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