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ALONG THE OHIO - NOVEMBER by MARY PRUDENCE MORTON

First Line: LET THERE BE WIND OVER THIS PLACE FOREVER
Last Line: THE LAST HORSEMAN, REINING IN HIS STEED.
Subject(s): AUTUMN; OHIO RIVER; SEASONS; FALL;

Let there be wind over this place forever,
And dull fog, choking the tired hill's breath.
No bird song, no leaf rustle, only the moan
Of the old year, creaking down to death.

Let there be mist on the complaining river,
Worn chasms where the small eddies feed.
And yonder, waiting, grim visaged, stark, alone,
The Last Horseman, reining in his steed.



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