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Rh Red and yellow, streaked and hoary,
 * Russet-coated, pale or brown—

Some are dipped in sunset glory,
 * And some painted by the dawn.

What profusion, what abundance!
 * Not a twig but has its fruits;

High in air some in the sun dance,
 * Some lie scattered near the roots.

These the hasty winds have taken
 * Are a green, untimely crop;

Those by burly rustics shaken
 * Fall with loud resounding plop.

In this mellow autumn weather,
 * Ruddy 'mid the long green grass,

Heaped-up baskets stand together,
 * Filled by many a blowsy lass.