Poem lyrics of The Autumn by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an autumn sound. The summer sun is faint on them - The summer flowers depart - Sit still - as all transform'd to stone, Except your musing heart.
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