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When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes,
And feathered pampas-grass rides into the wind
Like aged warriors westward, tragic, thinned / Of half their tribe, and over the flattened rushes, / Stripped of its secret, open, stark and bleak, / Blackens afar the half-forgotten creek, -- / Then leans on me the weight of the year, and crushes / My heart. I know that Beauty must ail and die, / And will be born again, -- but ah, to see / Beauty stiffened, staring up at the sky!
Oh, Autumn! Autumn! -- What is the Spring to me?