Autumn

 October's bellowing anger breaks and cleaves 
The bronzed battalions of the stricken wood 
In whose lament I hear a voice that grieves 
For battle’s fruitless harvest, and the feud 
Of outraged men.
 Their lives are like the leaves
Scattered in flocks of ruin, tossed and blown 
Along the westering furnace flaring red.
 
O martyred youth and manhood overthrown, 
The burden of your wrongs is on my head.

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