John Atkinson Grimshaw (1836-93), Autumn Morning.
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Trees Please Me
The leaves break forth in merry green:
Far on the hill their laughter’s seen.
The moons roll by; their story’s told:
They fall in evanescent gold.
John Atkinson Grimshaw (1836-93), Autumn Morning.
The leaves break forth in merry green:
Far on the hill their laughter’s seen.
The moons roll by; their story’s told:
They fall in evanescent gold.
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