Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy

(5 September 1817 - 10 October 1875 / Saint Petersburg)

Autumn

Autumn 'tis! Our garden stands
Flowerless and bare,
Dizzy whirling yellow leaves
Fill the wind swept air.
Yet the distant mountain ash
In the vale below,
With our favorite berries red
Now begins to glow.
While with rapture and with pain

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