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30 And long Night found no cloud impair Her beauty where, in sun arrayed, The dragon-fly still came to share Blue waters with his burnished shade. But the woodlands sickened surely ; now Never tree but Autumn laid Infecting fingers on its brow. Pink with disease and fungus-dun, A few leaves fell from a sunlit bough. . . . I watched them falling, one by one The self-same leaves that opened new Without a spot to self-same sun. There came a time when Night wore through And saw no moon in pool or s...tream ; Her steps were traced by dawn that grew To day beneath a hindered beam ; And the sleepiest elm of a sleepy row Pawed the wind that crost her dream ; And the woods around, aloft and low, Fell troubled with many a wind ; Then half the winds came up to blow With half the winds behind, And a redbreast sang on a barley-mow A dirge to a sun gone blind. 3* O now the rout of leaf and bow ! And O for memories of Spring ! To every leaf far-flying now Some memory did cling The wood-wren dropt on a nearer spray, His song and his shaking wing The thrush the egg on scarce dry clay The thrush that woke before the dawn, To first discover day, And the song that came when blinds were drawn, And the quiet owl-time mapped for me Upon a moon-washed lawn, Under a wide-armed tree.
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