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- No Spring, nor Summer beauty hath such grace,
- As I have seen in one Autumnal face.
I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn't crouch over one like a snow leopard waiting to pounce.
D.H. LAWRENCE, letter to John Middleton Murry, Oct. 3, 1924
- In the season of white wild roses
- We two went hand in hand:
- But now in the ruddy autumn
- Together already we stand.
FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE, A Song of Spring and Autumn
I love the chill October days, when the brown leaves lie thick and sodden underneath your feet ... the evenings in late autumn time, when the white mist creeps across the fields, making it seem as though old Earth, feeling the night air cold to its poor bones, were drawing ghostly bedclothes round its withered limbs.
JEROME K. JEROME, "Silhouettes"
- The autumn comes, a maiden fair
- In slenderness and grace,
- With nodding rice-stems in her hair
- And lilies in her face.
- In flowers of grasses she is clad;
- And as she moves along,
- Birds greet her with their cooing glad
- Like bracelets' tinkling song.
Spring is beautiful, and summer is perfect for vacations, but autumn brings a longing to get away from the unreal things of life, out into the forest at night with a campfire and the rustling leaves.
MARGARET ELIZABETH SANGSTER, "The Gypsy Spirit"
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