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When, in the gold October dusk, I saw you near to setting, / Arcturus, bringer of spring, / Lord of the summer nights, leaving us now in autumn, / Having no pity on our withering;
Oh then I knew at last that my own autumn was upon me, / I felt it in my blood, / Restless as dwindling streams that still remember / The music of their flood.
There in the thickening dark a wind-bent tree above me / Loosed its last leaves in flight -- / I saw you sink and vanish, pitiless Arcturus, / You will not stay to share our lengthening night.