AUTUMN 
Then came the Automne, all in yellow clad, 
As tho’ she ioyed in her plenteous store, 
Laden with fruits that made her laugh, full glad. 
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Upon her head a wreath, which was enrold 
With ears of come of every sort, she bore; 
And in her hand a sickle she did holde, 
To reape the ripen’d fruits the which the earth did yold. 
Spenser. 
