<h2><SPAN name="IN_NOVEMBER" id="IN_NOVEMBER"></SPAN>IN NOVEMBER</h2>
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<span class="i0">With loitering step and quiet eye,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Beneath the low November sky,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I wandered in the woods, and found<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A clearing, where the broken ground</span><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</SPAN></span><br/>
<span class="i0">Was scattered with black stumps and briers,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And the old wreck of forest fires.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">It was a bleak and sandy spot,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And, all about, the vacant plot<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Was peopled and inhabited<br/></span>
<span class="i0">By scores of mulleins long since dead.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A silent and forsaken brood<br/></span>
<span class="i0">In that mute opening of the wood,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">So shrivelled and so thin they were,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">So gray, so haggard, and austere,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Not plants at all they seemed to me,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">But rather some spare company<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Of hermit folk, who long ago,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Wandering in bodies to and fro,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Had chanced upon this lonely way,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And rested thus, till death one day<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Surprised them at their compline prayer,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And left them standing lifeless there.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">There was no sound about the wood<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Save the wind's secret stir. I stood<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Among the mullein-stalks as still<br/></span>
<span class="i0">As if myself had grown to be<br/></span>
<span class="i0">One of their sombre company,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A body without wish or will.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And as I stood, quite suddenly,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Down from a furrow in the sky<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The sun shone out a little space<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Across that silent sober place,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Over the sand heaps and brown sod,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The mulleins and dead goldenrod,</span><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</SPAN></span><br/>
<span class="i0">And passed beyond the thickets gray,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And lit the fallen leaves that lay,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Level and deep within the wood,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A rustling yellow multitude.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">And all around me the thin light,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">So sere, so melancholy bright,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Fell like the half-reflected gleam<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Or shadow of some former dream;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A moment's golden revery<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Poured out on every plant and tree<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A semblance of weird joy, or less,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A sort of spectral happiness;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And I, too, standing idly there,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">With muffled hands in the chill air,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Felt the warm glow about my feet,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And shuddering betwixt cold and heat,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Drew my thoughts closer, like a cloak,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">While something in my blood awoke,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A nameless and unnatural cheer,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A pleasure secret and austere.<br/></span></div>
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