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Summer, be seen no more within this wood; Nor you, red Autumn, down its paths appear; Let no more the false mitrewort intrude
Nor the dwarf cornel nor the gentian here; You too be absent, unavailing Spring, / Nor let those thrushes that with pain conspire
From out this wood their wild arpeggios fling, / Shaking the nerves with memory and desire. Only that season which is no man's friend, / You, surly Winter, in this wood be found; Freeze up the year; with sleet these branches bend
Though rasps the locust in the fields around. Now darken, sky! Now shrieking blizzard, blow! -
Farewell, sweet bank; be blotted out with snow.