Selected verses from Robert Frost's
"October"
Oh hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow's wind, if it be wild
Should waste them all...
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf,
One from our trees, one far away;
Retard the sun with gentle mist,
Enchant the land with amethyst.
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