“The sweet calm sunshine of October,
now warms the low spot;
upon its grassy mould
The purple oak-leaf falls;
the birchen bough Drops
its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.”
William Cullen Bryant
now warms the low spot;
upon its grassy mould
The purple oak-leaf falls;
the birchen bough Drops
its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.”
William Cullen Bryant
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