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<h3>OCTOBER.</h3>
<h4>A SONNET.</h4>
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Ay, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath,<br/>
When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,<br/>
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief,<br/>
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.<br/>
Wind of the sunny south! oh still delay<br/>
In the gay woods and in the golden air,<br/>
Like to a good old age released from care,<br/>
Journeying, in long serenity, away.<br/>
In such a bright, late quiet, would that I<br/>
Might wear out life like thee, mid bowers and brooks,<br/>
And, dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,<br/>
And music of kind voices ever nigh;<br/>
And when my last sand twinkled in the glass,<br/>
Pass silently from men, as thou dost pass.</p>
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