Friday, January 3, 2003

In Autumn Moonlight, When The White Air Wan Comments

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In autumn moonlight, when the white air wan
Is fragrant in the wake of summer hence,
'Tis sweet to sit entranced, and muse thereon
In melancholy and godlike indolence:
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Robert Seymour Bridges
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Susan Williams 04 February 2016

meditation in the last ruins of a summer garden in the face of autumn chill often turn melancholy

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