When With Closed Eyes In Autumn's Eves Of Gold
HARK, when with closed eyes in autumn's eves of gold,
A wink ere throws saffron sparks straight together,
When August incandesce ransomed stretched oft hold,
Petals smoothly turned like some noiseless feather,
The moment spent on pleats of these gown pauses,
To combine some proposed begged renown causes,
Here spread all sad chapters...
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