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AUTUMN, by                    
First Line: A thousand thoughts of tender vague regret
Last Line: Not to me only speaks her silvery haze.
Subject(s): Autumn; Seasons; Fall


A thousand thoughts of tender vague regret
Crowd on my soul, what time I stand and gaze
On the soft-shining autumn moon; and yet
Not to me only speaks her silvery haze.






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