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Nature XXVII, Autumn

The morns are meeker than they were,

The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,

                                              The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf,

The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,

                                               I'll put a trinket on.

- Emily Dickinson