Now comes the Seasons' high and ardent noon,
Fulfillment of Spring's youthful prophecy,
Full-flow red and fruited. Hesitatingly
She follows on the last, late showers of June,
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The city's towers were limned in fire
When, down the long, the hill-descending street,
We rode as down some cataract of stars:
Our hearts replete
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Fools of the world, who dream that dreams are true—
Believing still that life is what it seems,
And trustful that the world is more than dreams—
Free for a little, I have laughed at you:
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How pale the sapphire of the central night,
Wherein the stars turn grey! The summer's green,
Edgéd and strong by day, is dull and faint
Beneath the moon's all-monorating mood,
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Mon coeur se desemplit d'une immense rancune
Qui retire sa mer sous quelque occulte lune.
Sous quelque lune noire, au lointain de l'esprit:
Aux sables trop lavés, les eaux d'amour ont ri,
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La lune décroissante
Se couche en noir dédale
D'une aunaie automnale
Dans la unit sans luisante.
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While the black perennial snows
Piled about the pole of night
Swell the fount whence Lethe flows;
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To my remote abandonment
Your deep and lustrous hair has lent
How many an autumn-colored dream;
Your eyes bring many an April gleam
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Catching a little wind's unrest,
The dandelion-crests dissolve,
Where swooping wings of air involve
And lift them to a scattered quest.
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