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/ Ah me! too soon the autumn comes / Among these purple-plaintive hills! / Too soon among the forest gums / Premonitory flame she spills, / Bleak, melancholy flame that kills.
/ Her white fogs veil the morn, that rims / With wet the moonflower's elfin moons; / And, like exhausted starlight, dims / The last slim lily-disk; and swoons / With scents of hazy afternoons.
/ Her gray mists haunt the sunset skies, / And build the west's cadaverous fires, / Where Sorrow sits with lonely eyes, / And hands that wake an ancient lyre, / Beside the ghost of dead Desire.