The name-of it-is

by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

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The name-of it-is "Autumn"-
The hue-of it-is Blood-
An Artery-upon the Hill-
A Vein-along the Road-

Great Globules-in the Alleys-
And Oh, the Shower of Stain-
When Winds-upset the Basin-
And spill the Scarlet Rain-

It sprinkles Bonnets-far below-
It gathers ruddy Pools-
Then-eddies like a Rose-away-
Upon Vermilion Wheels-





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