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/ The Season speaks this year of life / Confusing words of strife, / Suggesting weeds instead of fruits and flowers / In all Earth's bowers.
/ With heart of Jael, face of Ruth, / She goes her way uncouth / Through hills and fields, where fog and sunset seem / Wild smoke and steam.
/ Around her, spotted as a leopard skin, / She draws her cloak of whin, / And through the dark hills sweeps dusk's last red glare / Wild on her hair.
/ Her hands drip leaves, like blood, and burn / With frost; her moony urn / She lifts, where Death, 'mid driving stress and storm, / Rears his gaunt form.
/ And all night long she seems to say / "Come forth, my Winds, and slay! -- " / And everywhere is heard the wailing cry / Of dreams that die.