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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part Three: Nature 79. The morns are meeker than they were

AUTUMN.


The morns are meeker than they were,

The nuts are getting brown;

The berry's cheek is plumper,

The rose is out of town.


The maple wears a gayer scarf,

The field a scarlet gown.

Lest I should be old-fashioned,

I'll put a trinket on.

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