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AUTUMN SADNESS.
Shall my soul, no frosts may tame.
Catch new flame
From the incandescent air ?
In this nuptial joy apart,
Oh my hearty
Whither shall we lonely fare ?
Seek some dusky, twilight spot,
Quite forgot
Of the Autumn's Bacchic fire.
Where soft mists and shadows sleep^
There outweep
Barren longing's vain desire.
