Wednesday Words

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How sadly beats the heavy Autumn rain;

How mournful drives the wind among the trees;

Along the shore the weary sailor sees

The waves roll in that send him out again;

The birds are restless in the scattered leaves,

The clouds move wildly on in massey fold,

And all the outer world, or earth, or air,

But yesterday, so warm, so fair,

Is changed, and in a night, to drear and cold.

Now goes the gold autumn far away;

Now nearer comes the winter to my door.

by: Streams In The Desert