Winkworth Arboretum

Posted on October 18, 2017

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Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they? 
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,— 
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, 
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; 

To Autumn by John Keats

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