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After the fierce midsummer all ablaze / Has burned itself to ashes, and expires / In the intensity of its own fires, / There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days, / Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze. / So after Love has led us, till he tires / Of his own throes and torments and desires, / Comes large-eyed friendship: with a restful gaze / He beckons us to follow, and across / Cool, verdant vales we wander free from care. / Is it a touch of frost lies in the air? / Why are we haunted with a sense of loss? / We do not wish the pain back, or the heat; / And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete.