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Put a mossy stone,
With mortal name and date, a harp
And bunch of wild flowers, carven sharp;
Then leave it free to winds that blow,
And patient mosses creeping; slow,
And wandering wings, and footsteps rare
Of human creature pausing there.

— William Allingham

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Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods
And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.

Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting,
For fear of little men.

Winds and waters keep
A hush more dead than any sleep.

Scarcely a tear to shed;
Hardly a word to say;
The end of a Summer's day;
Sweet Love is dead.

Everything passes and vanishes;
Everything leaves its trace;
And often you see in a footstep
What you could not see in a face.

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