Autumn


        by T. E. Hulme

        A touch of cold in the Autumn night
        I walked abroad,
        And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
        Like a red-faced farmer.
        I did not stop to speak, but nodded;
        And round about were the wistfl stars
        With white faces like town children
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