| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895. |
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| In November |
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| THE RUDDY sunset lies | |
| Banked along the west; | |
| In flocks with sweep and rise | |
| The birds are going to rest. | |
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| The air clings and cools, | 5 |
| And the reeds look cold, | |
| Standing above the pools, | |
| Like rods of beaten gold. | |
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| The flaunting golden-rod | |
| Has lost her worldly mood, | 10 |
| She ’s given herself to God, | |
| And taken a nun’s hood. | |
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| The wild and wanton horde, | |
| That kept the summer revel, | |
| Have taken the serge and cord, | 15 |
| And given the slip to the Devil. | |
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| The winter ’s loose somewhere, | |
| Gathering snow for a fight; | |
| From the feel of the air | |
| I think it will freeze to-night. | 20 |
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