LXXVII.

Then, if she hath not that serene decline

Which makes the southern Autumn's day appear

As if 't would to a second Spring resign

The season, rather than to Winter drear,—

Of in-door comforts still she hath a mine,—

The sea-coal fires,[677] the "earliest of the year;"[678]Without doors, too, she may compete in mellow,

As what is lost in green is gained in yellow.

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