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As kings who see their little life-day pass, / Take off the heavy ermine and the crown, / So had the trees that autumn-time laid down / Their golden garments on the faded grass, / When I, who watched the seasons in the glass / Of mine own thoughts, saw all the autumn's brown / Leap into life and don a sunny gown / Of leafage such as happy April has. / Great spring came singing upward from the south; / For in my heart, far carried on the wind, / Your words like winged seeds took root and grew, / And all the world caught music from your mouth; / I saw the light as one who had been blind, / And knew my sun and song and spring were you.