The Harvest Moon, 'globed in mellow splendour', 1879

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