Richard Henry Stoddard (Ричард Генри Стоддард)
Summer and Autumn
THE hot mid-summer, the bright mid-summer Reigns in its glory now: The earth is scorched with a golden fire, There are berries, dead-ripe, on every brier, And fruits on every bough. But the autumn days, so sober and calm, Steeped in a dreamy haze, When the uplands all with harvests shine, And we drink the wind like a fine cool wine-- Ah, those are the best of days!
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