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wandered off together, We walked in dreamful ease, In mellow autumn weather, Past autumn-tinted trees; The breath of soft September Left fragrance in the air, And well do I remember, I thought you true as fair.

The maples' deep carnations, The beeches' silv'ry sheen, Hid nature's sad mutations, And I forgot the green: 11