The jewel-weeds, whose pods bombard
     The hush with fairy batteries
Of seeds, grow dense here; pattering hard
     Their sacs explode, persuade the eyes
To search the heaven for show 'rs.--One seems
     To walk where old Enchantment plies
Her shuttle of lost days and dreams.

From "Late October Woods" by Madison Cawein

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