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If you were coming in the fall, I'd brush the summer by, With half a smile and half a spum, As housewives do a fly.
Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, And the green freedom of a cockatoo, Upon a rug mingle to dissipate
O WORLD! O Life! O Time! On whose last steps I climb , Trembling at that where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime?
WHITHER midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue, Thy solitary way?
Suddenly from all the green around you, something-you don't know what-has disappeared; you feel it creeping closer to the window, in total silence. From the nearby wood