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sun a splintered splendor was In sober trees that broke and blurred, That afternoon we went together In droning hum and whirling buzz, Where hard the dinning locust whirred, Through fields of golden-rod a-feather. So sweet it was to look and lean To your young face and feel the light Of eyes that fondled mine unsaddened! The laugh that left lips more serene; The words that blossomed like the white Life-everlasting there and gladdened. Maturing Summer, you were fraught With wiser beauties then than now Parades rich Autumn's red November; This stuns: there dreams no subtle thought As then on hinting bush and bough-- But now I am alone, remember. 11. Through iron-weeds and roses And bronzing beech and oak, Old porches it discloses, Above the briars and roses Fall's feeble sunbeams soak. Neglected walks that tangle The dodder-strangled grass; Its chimney shows one angle Heaped with dead leaves that spangle The paths that round it pass. The early mists that bury And hide them in its rooms, From spider closets--very Dim with old webs--will hurry Out in the raining glooms. They haunt each stair and basement; They stand on hearth and porch; Lean from each paneless casement, Or in the moonlight's lacement Fly with a phantom torch. There is a sense of frost here; And gusts that sob away Of something that was lost here, Long, long ago was lost here, But what, they can not say. There croons no owl to startle Despondency within; No raven o'er its portal To scare the daring mortal And guard its cellared sin. The creaking road descries it This side the dusty toll; The farmer passing eyes it; None stops t' philosophize it, This symbol of a soul. 12. Though the dog-tooth violet come With the shower, And the wild-bee haunt and hum Every flower, We shall never wend as when Love laughed leading us from men Over violet vale and glen, Where the red-bird sang an hour, And we heard the partridge drum. Here October shadows pray, Till one stills Joyance, where for buried May Sob the rills: So love's vision has arisen Of the lon
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