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- I RAN out in the morning when the air was clean and new,
- And all the grass was glittering, grey with autumn dew,
- I ran out to the apple trees and pulled an apple down,
- And all the bells were ringing in the old grey town.
- Down in the town, off the bridges and the grass,
- They are sweeping up the leaves to let the people pass,
- Sweeping up the old leaves, golden-reds and browns,
- While the men go to lecture with the wind in their gowns.
- Frances Cornford
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