Poems (Taylor)/Autumn-Song

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AUTUMN-SONG
The roads are laid with cloth-of-gold; And O'er the splendour, all alone,Clad fair in scarlet, like a king, Love cometh to his own.
A crown of thorns, a sceptral reed, The beauty of a flaming throne!From out the pleasant orchard-lands Love cometh to his own.
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