- Willful Lady Autumn
Coming down the lane;
Here, a glint of sunshine,
There, a gust Of rain,
- And a stray wind a-whimpering against the window pane.
- Lovelier and wilder
In her tawny gown,
Bordered 'round with yellow,
Red and russet-brown,
- Than ever Lady Summer was, when she came back to town.
- Grayer are her skies than
Summer's ever known;
In the wind's deep voice there
Comes a fretful tone;
- And here are scarlet berries where a rose once held her own.
- Softly, Lady Autumn,
Go by hill and glade,
In your gypsy colors
Flauntingly arrayed:
- Of just such transient beauty Lady Summer's grave was made.
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