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1872–1943

AUTUMN AT THE BRIDGE

Cale Young Rice

Brown dropping of leaves, Soft rush of the wind, Slow searing of sheaves On the hill;

Green plunging of frogs, Cool lisp of the brook, Far barking of dogs At the mill;

Hot hanging of clouds, High poise of the hawk, Flush laughter of crowds From the Ridge;

Nut-falling, quail-calling, Wheel-rumbling, bee-mumbling — Oh, sadness, gladness, madness, Of an autumn day at the bridge!

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