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The living woods forego their care, / Their dread of autumn's mortal wing, / And shake their birds upon the air, / And like a silver trumpet ring.
The giddy bee's complacent croon, / Where long grey grasses bow and bend, / In all its honey-thickened tune / Has no word of the sulphurous end.
The sunflowers weave a golden clime, / As though their season had no date, / Nod to the iron shoes of Time, / And play with his immortal hate.
And, maiden, be thou mirthful too, / Lay down the burden of thy race, / For God is walking in the dew, / An evening presence fills the place.
The hollow woodlands feel Him there, / And dread no more foul autumn's wing, / And shake their birds upon the air, / And like a silver trumpet ring.