Saturday, January 4, 2003

Autumn Comments

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When, with low moanings on the distant shore,
   Like vain regrets, the ocean-tide is rolled:
   When, thro' bare boughs, the tale of death is told
By breezes sighing, "Summer days are o'er";
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David MacDonald Ross
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