Autumn

by T. E. Hulme

autumn_te_hulmeA touch of cold in the Autumn night— 

I walked abroad, 

And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge 

Like a red-faced farmer. 

I did not stop to speak, but nodded, 

And round about were the wistful stars 

With white faces like town children.

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