Come, pensive Autumn, with thy clouds and storms
And falling leaves and pastures lost to flowers;
A luscious charm hangs on thy faded forms,
More sweet than Summer in her loveliest hours,
Who in her blooming uniform of green
Delights with samely and continued joy:
But give me, Autumn, where thy hand hath been,
For there is wildness that can never cloy –
The russet hue of fields left bare, and all
The tints of leaves and blossoms ere they fall.
In thy dull days of clouds a pleasure comes,
Wild music softens in thy hollow winds;
And in thy fading woods a beauty blooms
That’s more than dear to melancholy minds.
by John Clare
Read by Patrick Stewart
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Come any full season like any other,
But one that treats you like a good doctor treats its patient,
One that keeps you healthy and competent,
And gives you the strength to go further.
Come any season that holds you like a parent,
One that warms your heart, giving you more beyond the apparent,
One that nurtures your mind and soul,
One that binds your being together and keeps it whole.
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