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 THE AUTUMN OF THE WORLD

AS A HOST of blood-flecked clouds

skim the golden sky

and melt in the vermilioned vastness

There comes borne on a wind

from the infinite womb of chaos

the dank wafture of decay.

Over the eternal waters of the sea

that weep and find no solace of their cares

Lethargic vultures flock and swirl

and fill the echoes with their gloomy cries.

Cold winds from arctic zones

betray

the transient things of earth:

The last yellow leaves

fall on the iridescent sward:

The wind dies

and the summer voices are forever quiet.

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