Now the night-time steals away,
as timid morning swirls
the floating mists, the ripened corn,
the chimney smoke in curls.
Dew-covered grass asparkle
in the infant light.
Golden leaves drift softly
toward the ground, in silent flight.
The Maple and the Blackoak,
each catch a yellow ray...
their tops explode in red and orange
and shout out, "Autumn Day"
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