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Autumn John Clare I love the fitfull gusts that shakes  The casement all the day And from the mossy elm tree takes  The faded leaf away Twirling it by the window-pane With thousand others down the lane I love to see the shaking twig  Dance till the shut of eve The sparrow on the cottage rig  Whose chirp would make believe That spring was just now flirting by In summers lap with flowers to lie I love to see the cottage smoke  Curl upwards through the naked trees The pigeons nestled round the coat  On dull November days like these The cock upon the dung-hill crowing The mill sails on the heath a-going The feather from the ravens breast  Falls on the stubble lea The acorns near the old crows nest  Fall pattering down the tree The grunting pigs that wait for all Scramble and hurry where they fall

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