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First Line: Yesterday, on a path deep in the woods
Last Line: Alternate whirled away the dying leaves.
Alternate Author Name(s): Moreas, Jean
Subject(s): Autumn; Leaves; Seasons; Fall


Yesterday, on a path deep in the woods,
Where I sometimes walk to dream away my moods,
I met three satyrs: one bore a leathern flask
Yet tumbled hither and yon; the second's task
To wield an olive branch like Hercules.
Twilight came down upon denuded trees,
Whose crown along the earth the autumn spread.
And the third satyr, on a mound ahead,
Moving his lips upon his rustic reed
With agile fingers gave the music speed,
Fine and yet full, agreeable though frantic:
And his two comrades, frisking to the antic,
Dropping the club and flask, in corybantic
Revel danced and—as the goat-foot heaves—
Alternate whirled away the dying leaves.





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