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Lord! It is time. So great was Summer's glow: / Thy shadows lay upon the dials' faces / And o'er wide spaces let thy tempests blow.
Command to ripen the last fruits of thine, / Give to them two more burning days and press / The last sweetness into the heavy wine.
He who has now no house will ne'er build one, / Who is alone will now remain alone; / He will awake, will read, will letters write / Through the long day and in the lonely night; / And restless, solitary, he will rove / Where the leaves rustle, wind-blown, in the grove.