Helen Allingham
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Autumn
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A touch of cold in the Autumn night...
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faaced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children.
................................... Thomas Ernest Hulme
A really Lovely series of photos and verse :0)
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