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- O SUNS and skies and clouds of June,
- And flowers of June together,
- Ye cannot rival for one hour
- October's bright blue weather;
- When loud the bumblebee makes haste,
- Belated, thriftless vagrant,
- And goldenrod is dying fast,
- And lanes with grapes are fragrant;
- When gentians roll their fingers tight
- To save them for the morning,
- And chestnuts fall from satin burrs
- Without a sound of warning;
- When on the ground red apples lie
- In piles like jewels shining,
- And redder still on old stone walls
- Are leaves of woodbine twining;
- When all the lovely wayside things
- Their white-winged seeds are sowing,
- And in the fields still green and fair,
- Late aftermaths are growing;
- When springs run low, and on the brooks,
- In idle golden freighting,
- Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush
- Of woods, for winter waiting;
- When comrades seek sweet country haunts,
- By twos and twos together,
- And count like misers, hour by hour,
- October's bright blue weather.
- O sun and skies and flowers of June,
- Count all your boasts together,
- Love loveth best of all the year
- October's bright blue weather.
- Helen Hunt Jackson
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