Near Autumn

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Title:     Near Autumn
Author: Laurence Alma-Tadema [More Titles by Alma-Tadema]

Red apple in the leaves,
Red robin on the bough,
The oats are all in sheaves--
Where's summer now?

White foam along the sea,
White mist upon the dawn,
No flower for the bee--
'Tis summer gone.

Black bird is silent, lone,
Black berry decks the spray;
And Autumn's breath has blown
Upon the day.

Longueil.

[The end]
Laurence Alma-Tadema's poem: Near Autumn

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