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In this September rainy day
I choose to travel by Railway
To follow new and special strangers.
So, I just put on my backpack,

The flags of war like storm birds fly,        The charging trumpets blow;
Yet rolls no thunder in the sky,        No earthquake strives below
And, calm and patient,
Nature keeps        Her ancient promises well,

This is the way that autumn came to the trees:it stripped them down to the skin,left their ebony bodies naked
It shook out their hearts, the yellow leaves,scattered them over the ground
Anyone could trample them out of shapeundisturbed b...

They brought me a quilled, yellow dahlia,
Opulent, flaunting
Round gold Flung out of a pale green stalk
Round, ripe gold Of maturity,

Bientôt nous plongerons dans les froides ténèbres;
Adieu, vive clarté de nos étés trop courts
J'entends déjà tomber avec des chocs
Le bois retentissant sur le pavé des cours

A slip of the moon hangs over the capital;
Ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding;
And the autumn wind is blowing my heart For ever and ever toward the Jade Pass
Oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered,

I
AN out in the morning, when the air was clean and new,
And all the grass was glittering and grey with autumn dew,
I ran out to the apple tree and pulled an apple down,

But see the fading many-colour'd woods,
Shade deepening over shade, the country
Imbrown; a crowded umbrage, dusk, and dun,
Of every hue, from wan declining

Crown'd with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf,
While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain,
Comes jovial on; the Doric reed once more,
Well pleased,

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,
Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;
Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright W...

It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold
Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old
Birds are darting through the air, Singing, building without rest;
Life is stirring everywhere, Save within my lonely br...

The autumn comes, a maiden
In slenderness and grace,
With nodding rice-stems in her
And lilies in her face