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<h3 id="id01380" style="margin-top: 3em"> <i>AUTUMN'S GOLD</i>.</h3>
<p id="id01381">Along the tops of all the yellow trees,<br/>
The golden-yellow trees, the sunshine lies;<br/>
And where the leaves are gone, long rays surprise<br/>
Lone depths of thicket with their brightnesses;<br/>
And through the woods, all waste of many a breeze,<br/>
Cometh more joy of light for Poet's eyes—<br/>
Green fields lying yellow underneath the skies,<br/>
And shining houses and blue distances.<br/></p>
<p id="id01382">By the roadside, like rocks of golden ore<br/>
That make the western river-beds so bright,<br/>
The briar and the furze are all alight!<br/>
Perhaps the year will be so fair no more,<br/>
But now the fallen, falling leaves are gay,<br/>
And autumn old has shone into a Day!<br/></p>
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