The Summer Breeze Is Going (A Song)
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Peter S. Quinn
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The summer breeze is going
Into exhausted forgetfulness
As autumn comes in glowing
Of yellow-gold fullness
The garden comes to an end
In endless shadings worth
In giving its burning blend
For brown and reddish earth
Night dream of shade twisted
Where hope is of despair
And hours like drops misted
Of icily cold in the air
The vapors of a turning tide
Furrowed of fetid shriveling
In shadows and window hide
Of moments of lost swiveling
As night comes in damp jagged
And aging of all its wear
Like a fruit from sap ragged
And only of a shading mere
The night of deceitful dream
Where glowing is a reddish sky
And shadows in time seem
To wander off in dance and die
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