Grammar of Beauty
Autumn thou art but the grammar
Final in of world of law
People, zephyrs, larks and cuckoos
Look at Thee they all in awe
Truth and beauty, all adjectives
In the building of the tenses
Look they at the failing pulses
Of the dying days of yore
With them boat of fading beauty
In the Autumn leafy bar
Rows and tosses, in no channel
Till it look at Ocean fanal
Which is reddish, as in Autumn
With the waning moon in war
Life and death with Thee they mingle
In the Holy worship hour
Come and with me sit O goddess
In the scented heaven's bower
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