Certainty (From, Illuminating Night)
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Peter S. Quinn
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Oh summer birds are going now
With longings and dreams,
From autumn forest lowbrow
Withering moments beseems.
My words, what's it I write?
In vanishing thoughts and lamping;
Whiles of summer's last flight,
Preparing new winter’s encamping.
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