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I bring to you a poem by Emily Dickinson, which can be found among other places in A Treasury of Poetry for Young People.
The Morns Are Meeker Than They Were
by Emily Dickinson
The morns are meeker than they were,
The Nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.