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78 Hummed like a war of hives. A whispered speech

Of corn and wind was on the yellow hill,

And tattered scarecrows nodded their assent

And waved their arms like orators. The brown

Nude beauty of the Autumn sweetly bent

Over the woods, across the little town.

I sat in a retreating shade beside

The river, where it fell across a weir

Like a white mane, and in a flourish wide

Roars by an island field and thro' a tier

Of leaning sallies, like an avenue

When the moon's flambeau hunts the shadows out

And strikes the borders white across the dew.

Where little ringlets ended, the fleet trout