A RONDEL
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October, queen of autumn days, With green and crimson leaves is crowned; Her russet cheeks are sun-embrowned, Her hair all golden in the haze: She sits upon a throne ablaze, Her limbs with royal robes are gowned— October, queen of autumn days, With green and crimson leaves encrowned But now o'erwhelmed in sad amaze She hears a far-off rising sound; The hills and booming seas resound; The plaintive wind her requiem plays— October, queen of autumn days.