Wailing, mourning, with rose
Petal wildly flung
Attend down a Summer's
Encoffined hummers.
A species, golden-toned
Of whose sounding days
Rubbed off, for atmosphere
On all of our cheer.
Swept up, Autumn-sombre
To its loud degree
Stricken ghosts who obsess
O'er such memorableness.
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