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How chang’d the scene — but now the Summer reign’d, her varied tints prevail’d throughout triumphant. Here where the beauteous rosebud sat a briar frowns — the woodbine too hath lost her suit of brilliant green — the leafless grove is silent, desolate! No songster cheers with merry note the passing hour. The hum of Bees is hus’d and all around proclaims, tht Winter is at hand — how clear.
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Notes:
The attribution of this fragment relies on the claim of an old bookseller. T. O. Mabbott includes it in his collection of Poe's tales, with the note: “In the absence of a complete history of the manuscript, judgement on its authenticity as a product of Poe's pen must be suspended, but I see nothing in the handwriting that seems to me impossible for Poe” (Tales, 1978, p. 5). The manuscript fragment is in the Gimbel collection of the Free Library of Philadelphia.
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[S:0 - MS, 1826-1831 (photocopy, GMBL)] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - Misc - Summer and Winter (?)]