Autumn Song

With long sobs
the violin-throbs
of autumn wound
my heart with languorous
and montonous
sound.


Choking and pale
When i mind the tale
the hours keep,
my memory strays
down other days
and I weep;

and I let me go
where ill winds blow
now here, now there,
harried and sped,
even as a dead
leaf, anywhere.

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