O hushed [Autumn] morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
To-morrow they may form and go.
O hushed [Autumn] morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow,
Make the day seem to us less brief.
~Robert Frost
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