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When through the heat of some long afternoon / In blazing August, on the grass I lie, / And watch the white clouds move across the sky, / On whose azure is faintly etched the moon, / That, when the evening deepens, will be soon / The brightest figure of those hosts on high, / My heart is discontented, and I sigh, / For Autumn and its vapours; till I swoon
Upon the vision of October days / In dreaming London, when each mighty tree / Sheds daily more brown showers through the haze, / Which lends each street Romance and Mystery -- / When pallid silver Sunshine only gleams / On that grey Lovers' City of Sweet Dreams.