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Although, these Autumn eves,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So wistfully,</span><br/>
Between the trees, all down the paths<br/>
Fall the listless yellow leaves<br/>
Between the trees and down the paths,<br/>
Although while Autumn grieves,<br/>
The night-wind reaps a harvest pale,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So wistfully,</span><br/>
Where the late-blown roses fail<br/>
Loosing petals wan in showers—<br/>
Ah, let no petal from our love<br/>
Fall and wither with the flowers.<br/>
But let us both lean close above<br/>
The smouldering hearth of memory—<br/>
But let us tend and feed the glowing coals<br/>
And reach our hands and warm our souls<br/>
Against the winter-cold and misery,<br/>
Against the hour that tolls the death of all desire,<br/>
Against our very selves, our stricken passion—<br/>
Oh, lean with me above the blessed fire<br/>
That Memory's hands have kindled in compassion.<br/>
And if the skies be drowned<br/>
While passionate Autumn roams the world and rakes<br/>
The woods and the wild lakes,<br/>
No echo of the madness shall be found<br/>
In that safe garden, inmost and supreme,<br/>
here in the breathing stillness sound<br/>
The quiet footfalls of our Dream.<br/>
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