The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William Cullen Bryant
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The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.

— William Cullen Bryant
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