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Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson,
Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green.
Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing
With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen.

— William Cullen Bryant Thirty Poems (1864)

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The little wind-flower, whose just opened eye
Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.

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Weep not that the world changes—did it keep
A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.

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And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief,
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.

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And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze,
Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

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Loveliest of lovely things are they,
On earth, that soonest pass away.
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Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.

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