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Слушать(AI)Late Autumn
October - and the skies are cool and gray O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf,
Bare meadow, and the slowly falling leaf.
The dignity of woods in rich decay Accords full well with this majestic grief That clothes our solemn purple hills to-day,
Whose afternoon is hush'd, and wintry brief Only a robin sings from any spray.
And night sends up her pale cold moon, and spills White mist around the hollows of the hills,
Phantoms of firth or lake; the peasant sees His cot and stockyard, with the homestead trees,
Islanded; but no foolish terror thrills His perfect harvesting; he sleeps at ease.
William Allingham
William Allingham (19 March 1824 – 18 November 1889) was an Irish poet, diarist and editor. He wrote several volumes of lyric verse, and his poe
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