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How does the Autumn in her mind conclude

The tragic masque her frosty pencil writes,

Broad on the pages of the days and nights,

In burning lines of orchard, wold, and wood?

What lonelier forms – that at the year's door stood

At spectral wait – with wildly wasted lights

Shall enter? and with melancholy rites

Inaugurate their sadder sisterhood? —

Sorrow, who lifts a signal hand, and slow

The green leaf fevers, falling ere it dies;

Regret, whose pale lips summon, and gaunt Woe

Wakes the wild-wind harps with sonorous sighs;

And Sleep, who sits with poppied eyes and sees

The earth and sky grow dream-accessories.