THESE are the tawny days: your face comes back.
The grapes take on purple: the sunsets redden early on the trellis.
The bashful mornings hurl gray mist on the stripes of sunrise.
Creep, silver on the field, the frost is welcome.
Run on, yellow ***** on the hills, and you tawny pumpkin flowers, chasing your lines of orange.
Tawny days: and your face again.
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THESE are the tawny days: your face comes back.
The grapes take on purple: the sunsets redden early on the trellis.
The bashful mornings hurl gray mist on the stripes of sunrise.
Creep, silver on the field, the frost is welcome.
Run on, yellow ***** on the hills, and you tawny pumpkin flowers, chasing your lines of orange.
Tawny days: and your face again.
1878 - 1967/Male/American