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It is a meek October day ; The sun witholds his fervid ray , And a light veil of pearly grey , O * er Nature furPd , Seems in a soft Autumnal May To wrap the world .
No solitary song is heard ; Love warms no more the silent bird ; Not even the lark his wing has stirr'd To pour from high His own glad elegy , interr ed In the deep sky .
Yet still , the bedge-row brakes along , The congregated strangers throng , Uttering , by fits , faint breaks of song , Of alter'd power , Ghosts of their summer strains , among Field , copse , and bower .
But when the step , too near and , loud , Alarms the unfamiliar crowd , At once , with chattering whirr , the cloud Of rushing wings , With simultaneous sense endow'd , To distance swings .
No wild-hor&e troop of Tartary , Than these more jealous , swift and shy Lean o ' er y < m gate—the stubble eye—No life is there : £ d * ter—what instant flocks up-fly , Darkening the air !
On them , it seems , Adversity Acts not as on Mankind : —for we Desert each other when we see The falMng leaf ; But they by feather * d sympathy Make light their grief . Poor tremblers ! startle not for me ! Too well I love all liberty ,