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Behind our garden

Autumn Poems

                by Emily Dickinson


The morns are meeker than they were,

     The nuts are getting brown;

The berry's cheek is plumper,

     The rose is out of town.


The maple wears a gayer scarf,

     The field a scarlet gown.

Lest I should be old-fashioned,

     I'll put a trinket on.