  Among the hardy marigolds The spicy gillyflower unfolds, And in the elm a catbird scolds With saucy, outspread wings; To mellow sweets the pippins speed, The sunflower disks are brown with seed, And round about them finches feed In clinging, yellow rings. The latest poppy fires are dead, But bright as blossoms overhead In shining sheaves of bronze and red, The frost-tipped pear leaves show; While from their branches blackbirds sing Or break to noisy chattering; And slender silken cobwebs string The tall grass down below. Along the uplands, faintly seen Across the fallow fields between, The winter wheat grows bravely green Despite the coming cold; And studding all the stubbled ground In tasseled shocks the corn is bound, The ripened ears heaped close around In piles of purest gold. The newly kindled brush-heaps blaze, And filmy veils of purple haze Mesh all the amber air; Among the fleeces of the sheep The yellow sunbeams softly creep, And sweet contentment, wide and deep, Rests gently everywhere.
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