In the cloud gray mornings I heard the herons Flying And when I came into my garden,
My silken outer-garment Trailed over withered leaves.
A dried leaf crumbles at a touch,
But I have seen many Autumns With herons blowing like smoke Across the sky.
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Amy Lowell
Amy Lawrence Lowell (February 9, 1874 – May 12, 1925) was an American poet of the imagist school, which was promoting a return to classical valu…
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