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a fall scene worthy of poetry

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Wisconsin River, Oct. 5, 2011

Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them —
The summer flowers depart —
Sit still — as all transform’d to stone,
Except your musing heart.

From “The Autumn,” Elizabeth Barrett Browning