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autumn poem

gloom
were it not for that singular smell
roses and gold
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
see i give myself to you
before the solemn bronze saint
along the banks
good woman
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
beneath the warrior's helm
when, full of warm and eager love
and breaketh bread no more

 



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