PoemDays decrease, And autumn grows, autumn in everything.Robert BrowningAndrea del Sarto · 1855★ 3.6
PoemThe melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere.William Cullen BryantThe Death of the Flowers · 1832★ 3.5
PoemWhere are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too.John KeatsTo Autumn · 1820★ 2.8
PoemNow it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion.D.H. LawrenceLast Poems · 1930★ 2.7
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