Through Garden Of Autumn
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Peter S. Quinn
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Through garden of autumn
I walked on and pondered
From the leaves so darksome
Those in time have altered
To their brownish yellow
Before they were falling
So therein tinctured mellow
To times of winter calling
Each pathway more giving
Of dark to darkish mood
Before those trees of living
Were barren to their nude
For autumn is now leaving
On to its more whitish row
And we for spring grieving
For seeds of its growing glow
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