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Autumn Leaves
volume 6 number 7
Autumn Leaves volume 6 number 7 |
Autumn—
Do not leave
For your chambers fill
with
Feathered gentlemen
Their raiment pummeling the hills—
The gingery banks are splashed
In cinnamoned nutmeg
tones
Autumn—
Do not leave
I would only have
Alone—
Your magical woods' work
Slips far too fast through my
very fingers
Envelop me within your imposing cloak
Stay
awhile—
Linger
The Guardians of the South
Like some Greenwich
clock
Promise warmer beds to every passing flock
How they fly!
How
they fly!
From the radiance of your store
Autumn—
Wondrous
Autumn—
Sing, a little more—
Autumn, splendid Autumn
To your every essence I could
cleave
But all you do
All that you can only do
Is to
forever
Leave—
