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 AUTUMN EVENING IN SERBIA

the thin shadows

Have closed on the grass,

With the drone on their dark wings

The night beetles pass.

Folded her eyelids,

A maiden asleep,

Day sees in her chamber

The pallid moon peep.

From the bend of the briar

The roses are torn,

And the folds of the wood tops

Are faded and worn. 181