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1882–1932

In the Fall o’ Year

Thomas Samuel Jones

I went back an old-time lane In the fall o’ year, There was wind and bitter rain And the leaves were sere.

Once the birds were lilting high In a far-off May — I remember, you and I Were as glad as they.

But the branches now are bare And the lad you knew, Long ago was buried there — Long ago with you!

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