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all Earth's varied, lovely moods. The loveliest is when she broods Among her dreaming solitudes
 * On Indian Summer days;

When on the hill the aster pales, And Summer's stress of passion fails, And Autumn looks through misty veils
 * Along her leafy ways.

How deep the tenderness that yearns Within the silent wood that turns From green to gold, and slowly burns
 * As by some inward fire!

How dear the sense that all things wild Have been at last by love beguiled To join one chorus, reconciled
 * In satisfied desire!