My sorrow, when shes here with me, think...

My sorrow, when shes here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.

Author: Robert Frost

lane autumn walks sorrow thinks bare here withered loves beautiful me days dark tree she rain pasture


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