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78 A sober mind will walk alone,

Apart from nature, if need be,

And only its own seasons own;

For nature leaving its humanity.

Sometimes a late autumnal thought

Has crossed my mind in green July,

And to its early freshness brought

Late ripened fruits, and an autumnal sky.

The evening of the year draws on,

The fields a later aspect wear;

Since Summer's garishness is gone,

Some grains of night tincture the noontide air.

Behold! the shadows of the trees

Now circle wider 'bout their stem,