Resounding a pity who’s unheard Strains
Silenced a thousand instruments Of delight
With melancholy airs
O Autumn, laden with sweet mournfulness
Calmly I lay my spinning head
At the golden feet of your earth
And wipe away the dust of ages
My little sorrows are drowning
In the sound Of thunderous waters
Dissolving my heavy chains of vanity
I found holy chasteness under your sky
Hailing eternity with full choir
I marveled through gardens of delight
Dreaming a world that is fully awake
Where children of the morn yet soar
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