Below is the poem entitled in our infinite return which was written by poet
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I blame it on the light
pretending. Auburn bright and Autumn
Fainted dim of our December
imparts the solemn fall of all to
Crass comes the stilted body, amalgam
in the slanted rain. The April rains a timbered
The rings. O time! O time remains.