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Poem by Alfred Austin
Nay, do not quarrel with the seasons, dear, Nor make an enemy of friendly Time. The fruit and foliage of the failing year Rival the buds and blossoms of its prime. Is not the harvest moon as round and bright As that to which the nightingales did sing? And thou, that call'st thyself my satellite, Wilt seem in Autumn all thou art in Spring. When steadfast sunshine follows fitful rain, And gleams the sickle where once passed the plough, Since tender green hath grown to mellow grain, Love then will gather what it scattereth now, And, like contented reaper, rest its head Upon the sheaves itself hath harvested.
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