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I will rise and make the tea,

And unlatch the garden door.

I'll hear the earnest autumn winds

Strip the shedding maple tree

To retrofit an auburn floor.

I'll walk the yard, with wellies on,

The dew still thick upon the grass,

And every bird I light upon,

And every trembling leaf I pass,

Lays testament to what has gone,

The lean is here and summer done.