AUTUMN 



Death in the face, and try to see that he is, on the 

 whole, kindly and wise. 



Wait till the colours pale in the short twilight, till 

 the cows are driven home lowing, till the sheep are 

 herded off the exposed moorland lest snow come in 

 the darkness, till the birds that remain cease to call, 

 till the lamps are lit in the cottage windows. Wait 

 on till the curfew tolls, till the lights are put out one 

 by one then know the rest and silence of autumn. 



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