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Tawny are the leaves turned but they still hold, And it is harvest; what shall this land produce? A meagre hill of kernels, a runnel of juice; Declension looks from our land, it is old. Therefore let us assemble, dry, gray, spare, And mild as yellow air.

黄褐色的叶子已经凋零，但它们依然挺立着，这是丰收的季节;这地要出产什么呢。一堆堆干瘪的玉米粒，一串串的果汁;从我们的土地上看，它是古老的。因此，让我们聚集，干燥，灰色，备用，温和如黄色的空气。

— John Crowe Ransom 约翰·克劳·兰色姆