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Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Autumn -- Amy Lowell

All day I have watched the purple vine leaves
Fall into the water.
And now in the moonlight they still fall,
But each leaf is fringed with silver.
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Labels: Amy Lowell, autumn, night, solitude
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