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Even in the moment of our earliest kiss, / When sighed the straitened bud into the flower, / Sat the dry seed of most unwelcome this; And that I knew, though not the day and hour.
Too season-wise am I, being country-bred, / To tilt at autumn or defy the frost:
Snuffing the chill even as my fathers did, / I say with them, "What's out tonight is lost. " I only hoped, with the mild hope of all
Who watch the leaf take shape upon the tree, / A fairer summer and a later fall
Than in these parts a man is apt to see, / And sunny clusters ripened for the wine:
I tell you this across the blackened vine.