There is a spell in autumn early,
One all too brief, of an enchantment rare:
The nights are radiant and pearly,
The days, pellucid, crystal-clear.
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The birds have flown, we hear no more their clamour,
But winter's angry winds not soon will start to blow -
Upon the empty fields there pours the azure glow
Of skies that have not lost the warmth of summer. very fine poem indeed. tony
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The birds have flown, we hear no more their clamour, But winter's angry winds not soon will start to blow - Upon the empty fields there pours the azure glow Of skies that have not lost the warmth of summer. very fine poem indeed. tony