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AUTUMNALIA.
When marigolds heaped lie like ingots of gold,
And the snowy syringas their petals unfold,
I drink the warm sunshine, I dream in the grass,
I shout to the swallows that over me pass;
And thoughts of dull Winter go out of my mind,
For I lie in the lap of the Summer Wind,
Singing so cheerily,
Living so merrily.
And the snowy syringas their petals unfold,
I drink the warm sunshine, I dream in the grass,
I shout to the swallows that over me pass;
And thoughts of dull Winter go out of my mind,
For I lie in the lap of the Summer Wind,
Singing so cheerily,
Living so merrily.
But when I see stretched through the desolate night
The menacing hand of the weird Northern Light;
When the leaves have turned sere, and the tulips are dead,
And the beautiful sumacs are burning with red;
Then a Vision of Death comes over my mind,
And I shrink from the touch of the Autumn Wind,
Sighing so wearily,
Living so drearily.
The menacing hand of the weird Northern Light;
When the leaves have turned sere, and the tulips are dead,
And the beautiful sumacs are burning with red;
Then a Vision of Death comes over my mind,
And I shrink from the touch of the Autumn Wind,
Sighing so wearily,
Living so drearily.
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