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When a cold and bitter sun

Sank in blood beyond the moor,

Into his arms,sad,crying,

A line of geese I saw.



How fitting that Summer's voice,

Caught in white and fleeting form,

Bids on brief and final note

Farewell before the storm.



Clad in a white,hushed array

All the land in silence sighed.

The sun is dead;in his place

A new and lovely bride.



Quivering across the sky

In diaphanous veil,light.

Dancing fire to silent pipes

Aurora weds the night.