"Autumn goes wandering- wandering on her way
Down the mild slope that shortens day by day
Under these quiet skies.
-vanessa jackman.
Here as the green leaves fade, the gold leaves fall,
A still enchantment widens over all,
Painting the streets with vauge autumnal dyes
Like ancient tapestries;
Touching to fantasy unfelt before
The motley hoardings' many-coloured lore;
Seizing the sense with something subtler yet-
The deep exhilaration of regret
For this sweet hour that flies...
So strong the glamour of the London street,
With dim expectancies,
Lit with a million gems of living fire-
London, the goal of many a soul's desire!
Goddess and sphinx, thou hold'st us safe in thrall
Here while the dead leaves fall."
-Rosamund Marriott Watson.










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