Harry Clifford Pilsbury
Autumn, That Time of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold, When Yellow Leaves, Or None, Or Few Do Hang, Upon Those Boughs That Shake Against the Cold, Bare Ruined Choirs, Where Late the Sweet Bird Sang. (Shakespeare, Sonnet 73).
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