Thou Shakespeare in the realm of birds!

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A RONDEL

October, queen of autumn days,

With green and crimson leaves is crowned;

Her russet cheeks are sun-embrowned,

Her hair all golden in the haze:

She sits upon a throne ablaze,

Her limbs with royal robes are gowned—

October, queen of autumn days,

With green and crimson leaves encrowned

But now o'erwhelmed in sad amaze

She hears a far-off rising sound;

The hills and booming seas resound;

The plaintive wind her requiem plays—

October, queen of autumn days.

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THE PLAY IS O'ER

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