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18 October 2006 | Vol. 6, No. 3
Song of Autumn
Soon into frozen shades, like leaves, we'll tumble.
Adieu, short summer's blaze, that shone to mock.
I hear already the funereal rumble
Of logs, as on the paving-stones they shock.
Winter will enter in my soul to dwell –
Rage, hate, fear, horror, labour forced and dire!