O'er the bare woods, whose outstretched hands Plead with the leaden heavens in vain, I see, beyond the valley lands, The sea's long level dim with rain. Around me all things, stark and dumb, Seem praying for the snows to come, And for the summer bloom and greenness gone With winter's sunset lights and dazzling morn atone. The Last Walk in Autumn.
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