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From the lyrical eclogue 'One Day and Another'	A
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Now rests the season in forgetfulness	B
Careless in beauty of maturity	C
The ripened roses round brown temples she	C
Fulfills completion in a dreamy guess	B
Now Time grants night the more and day the less	B
The gray decides and brown	D
Dim golds and drabs in dulling green express	B
Themselves and redden as the year goes down	D
Sadder the fields where thrusting hoary high	E
Their tasseled heads the Lear like corn stocks die	E
And Falstaff like buff bellied pumpkins lie	E
Deepening with tenderness	B
Sadder the blue of hills that lounge along	F
The lonesome west sadder the song	F
Of the wild redbird in the leafage yellow	G
Deeper and dreamier aye	E
Than woods or waters leans the languid sky	E
Above lone orchards where the cider press	B
Drips and the russets mellow	G
Nature grows liberal from the beechen leaves	B
The beech nuts' burrs their little purses thrust	H
Plump with the copper of the nuts that rust	H
Above the grass the spendthrift spider weaves	B
A web of silver for which dawn designs	B
Thrice twenty rows of pearls beneath the oak	I
That rolls old roots in many gnarly lines	B
The polished acorns from their saucers broke	I
Strew oval agates On sonorous pines	B
The far wind organs but the forest near	A
Is silent and the blue white smoke	I
Of burning brush beyond that field of hay	J
Hangs like a pillar in the atmosphere	A
But now it shakes it breaks and all the vines	B
And tree tops tremble see the wind is here	A
Billowing and boisterous and the smiling day	J
Rejoices in its clamor Earth and sky	E
Resound with glory of its majesty	C
Impetuous splendor of its rushing by	E
But on those heights the woodland dark is still	K
Expectant of its coming Far away	J
Each anxious tree upon each waiting hill	K
Tingles anticipation as in gray	J
Surmise of rapture Now the first gusts play	J
Like laughter low about their rippling spines	B
And now the wildwood one exultant sway	J
Shouts and the light at each tumultuous pause	B
The light that glooms and shines	B
Seems hands in wild applause	B
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How glows that garden Though the white mists keep	L
The vagabonding flowers reminded of	M
Decay that comes to slay in open love	M
When the full moon hangs cold and night is deep	L
Unheeding still their cardinal colors leap	L
Gay in the crescent of the blade of death	N
Spaced innocents whom he prepares to reap	L
Staying his scythe a breath	N
To mark their beauty ere with one last sweep	L
He lays them dead and turns away to weep	L
Let me admire	A
Before the sickle of the coming cold	O
Shall mow them down their beauties manifold	O
How like to spurts of fire	A
That scarlet salvia lifts its blooms which heap	L
With flame the sunlight And as sparkles creep	L
Through charring vellum up that window's screen	P
The cypress dots with crimson all its green	P
The haunt of many bees	B
Cascading dark old porch built lattices	B
The nightshade bleeds with berries drops of blood	Q
Hanging in clusters 'mid the blue monk's hood	R
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There is a garden old	O
Where bright hued clumps of zinnias unfold	O
Their formal flowers where the marigold	O
Lifts a pinched shred of orange sunset caught	S
And elfed in petals the nasturtium	T
Deep pungent leaved and acrid of perfume	T
Hangs up a goblin bonnet pixy brought	U
From Gnomeland There predominant red	V
And arrogant the dahlia lifts its head	V
Beside the balsam's rose stained horns of honey	C
Lost in the murmuring sunny	C
Dry wildness of the weedy flower bed	V
Where crickets and the weed bugs noon and night	W
Shrill dirges for the flowers that soon shall die	E
And flowers already dead	V
I seem to hear the passing Summer sigh	E
A voice that seems to weep	L
'Too soon too soon the Beautiful passes by	E
And soon among these bowers	B
Will dripping Autumn mourn with all her flowers'	B
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If I perchance might peep	L
Beneath those leaves of podded hollyhocks	B
That the bland wind with odorous murmurs rocks	B
I might behold her white	W
And weary Summer 'mid her flowers asleep	L
Her drowsy flowers asleep	L
The withered poppies knotted in her locks	B

Madison Julius Cawein

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