Part 2 — IN THE FALL O' YEAR
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I went back an old-time lane In the fall o' year, There was wind and bitter rain And the leaves were sere.
Once the birds were lilting high In a far-off May— I remember, you and I Were as glad as they.
But the branches now are bare And the lad you knew, Long ago was buried there— Long ago, with you!
Thomas S. Jones, Jr. [1882-1932]