New revolutions
of the world spin an old top
to fresh solutions.
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Reason's season too few seize on
Responses fair. Reaction's treason,
Rhymed or prose, too seldom frees one
Rose thought mind's bees land with ease on.
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Hiss of sizzling log
steams ashes on crackling sparks
beneath smoky fog.
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L’écho gnomique
inspire les fées d’hiver,
lutte antinomique?
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How many more nights
shall sole sleep with sole before
wan one lonely bites.
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As another leaf
forgotten flutters forlorn,
Time smothers all grief.
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Waiting in the wings,
Depression, homeless, hovers.
Eternal, hope s[pr]ings.
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