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Wyeth, N.C., Chadds Ford Hills, 1931

The AUTUMN WIND

1

The Autumn wind on suthering wings

Plays round the oak-tree strong

And through the hawthorn hedges sings

The years departing song

There's every leaf upon the whirl

Ten thousand times an hour

The grassy meadows crisp and curl

With here and there a flower

There's nothing in the world I find

That pleases like the Autumn wind.

2

The chaffinch flies from out the bushes

The bluecap " tee hees" on the tree

The wind sues on in merry gushes

His murmuring autumns minstrelsy

The robin sings his autumn song

Upon the crabtree overhead

The clouds like smoak slow sail along

Leaves rustle like the human tread

There's nothing suits my musing mind

So pleasant as the Autumn wind.

3

How many miles it suthers on

And stays to dally with the leaves

And when the first broad blast is gone

A stronger gust the foliage heaves

The poplar tree it turns to gray

As leaves lift up their underside

The birch it dances all the day

To rippling billows petrified

There's nothing calms the quiet mind

So welcome as the Autumn wind.

4

Sweet twittering o'er the meadow grass

Soft sueing o'er the fallow ground

The lark starts up as on they pass

With many a gush and moaning sound

It fans the feathers of the bird

And ruffs the robins ruddy breast

As round the hovel end it whirled

Then sobs and gallops o'er the west

In solitude the musing mind

Must ever love the Autumn wind.

John Clare

'Tis Autumn.