AUTUMN
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Bare rock of gray, Cold autumn air, And silent scudding cloud, And leaves in the sunset raiment of your death, Fair red and yellow gold, Thou givest me wondrous knowledge,— A knowledge deeper than the ways of men, Fast fleeting at their touch, And vanishing as soon must thou, white cloud; A knowledge glorious as thy color, dying leaves, Vaster than all lands and seas That thou enfoldest, fading air, And deeper than the earth That bears thee,—rock of gray!
