- 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
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