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First Frost

Full moon and the cold

Hurried me along the night round

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With the dog, whose nose

Was as slow as usual, exploring

The ground. I thought he had found

Glowworms, or swarms of fireflies

Just crawling out,

Till I saw that the grass

And the dog were drenched in drops,

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And every drop a cup

Giving back the moon's light.

The next day the first maple leaves

Waved goodbye from the grass.