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Poem by Thomas Ernest Hulme
Autumn
A touch of cold in the Autumn night —
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children.
Thomas Ernest Hulme
Thomas Ernest Hulme's other poems:- Conversion
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Poems of the other poets with the same name:
Samuel Johnson Autumn ("Alas! with swift and silent pace") John Clare Autumn ("The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still") William Morris Autumn ("Laden Autumn here I stand") Anna Barbauld Autumn ("Farewell the softer hours, Spring's opening blush") Philip Bailey Autumn ("Tis Autumn--and the winds are high") Francis Ledwidge Autumn ("Now leafy winds are blowing cold") Thomas Nashe Autumn ("Autumn hath all the summer's fruitful treasure") Walter Landor Autumn ("Mild is the parting year, and sweet") Alexander Posey Autumn ("IN the dreamy silence") Lydia Sigourney Autumn ("Tree! why hast thou doffed thy mantle of green") William Watson Autumn ("Thou burden of all songs the earth hath sung") Ada Cambridge (Cross) Autumn ("So still—so still! Only the endless sighing") Alice Bartlett Autumn ("The blaze of autumn scorches now the hill") Emily Dickinson Autumn ("The morns are meeker than they were") Alice Cary Autumn ("Shorter and shorter now the twilight clips") Christopher Brennan Autumn ("Autumn: the year breathes dully towards its death") Albert Laighton Autumn ("The world puts on its robes of glory now")
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