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64 "Oh, dreams are only dim desires, and songs are only tunes, The flowers deck the graves of other years, The Springs are fleeting children of a thousand fleeting Junes, And only old and endless are our tears."

The Day of Falling Leaves When gold October reaves The May's Lost Roundelays,

When Autumn stoops to list The wind, mad organist, Pipe tunes Of dancing Junes,

And Autumn's butterflies Drift earthward, petal-wise, A-swing On perilous wing,—