Through the dripping weeks that follow One another slow, and soak Summer's extinguished fire and autumn's drifting smoke.
I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen, of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been; Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were, with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.
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