Autumn upon us and the last of flowers
Autumn upon us and the last of flowers
Autumn upon us and the last of flowers
Autumn upon us and the last of flowers
Autumn upon us and the last of flowers
Autumn upon us and the last of flowers
Autumn upon us and the last of flowers
Autumn upon us and the last of flowers
Autumn upon us and the last of flowers
Autumn upon us and the last of flowers
Autumn upon us and the last of flowers
Autumn upon us and the last of flowers
Autumn upon us and the last of flowers
Autumn upon us and the last of flowers
Autumn upon us and the last of flowers
Autumn upon us and the last of flowers
Autumn upon us and the last of flowers
What is the late November doing
With the disturbance of the spring
And creatures of the summer heat,
And snowdrops writhing under feet
And hollyhocks that aim too high
Red into grey and tumble down
Late roses filled with early snow?

(Eliot, "East Coker")

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