Autumn

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        The peasant celebrates with song and dance
        The pleasure of the rich harvest,
        And full of the liquor of Bacchus
        They finish their merrymaking with a sleep.

        All are made to leave off singing and dancing
        By the air which now mild gives pleasure
        And by the season which invites many
        To enjoy a sweet sleep.

        At dawn the hunters
        With horns and guns and dogs leave their homes.
        The beast flees; they follow its trace.

        Already terrified and tired by the great noise
        Of the guns and the dogs, and wounded it tries
        Feebly to escape, but exhuasted dies.