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HOW shines the gold amid the brown Of heavy tresses tumbling down In art's despite ! How Nature blends her red and white ! Ah, hapjiy painter ! It is thine That ' sweet disorder ' to confine. If thou should''st order it aright, Ah, what delight ! ' AUTUMN LEAVES.' A Picture by Florence Sjiali., Royai, Academy, 1887. Oh, Autumn leaves ! Bind in thy tresses, maiden fair, These Autumn leaves. See liope fulfilled in ranged sheaves, See in dead nature love's despair ; For brooding joy, for russet care, These Autumn leaves. Ernest Radford.