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...nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the hazy light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance...fair meek blossom that grew up, and faded by my side. l96 THE CLOSE OF AUTUMN. In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we...

...nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the hazy light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance...fair meek blossom that grew up, and faded by my side. 196 THE CLOSE OF AUTUMN. In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we...