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Changes of the Soul
This opulent earth, this wealth, these incredible red leaves
Once were ours, ours more than other seasons. (Autumn
drunken,
Triumphant, I called you.) Now in alternate gloom and
stealth -
Such is our habit now, that hides and grieves -
Over the frozen field, in a shrunken place here two months
hence
I see clouds moving winter-dull and dense;
Over the gathered sheaves, over this opulent earth,
Over this wealth, these incredible red leaves
The shadows come in winter-darkened patches.
Oh, the heart matches winter better now.
Oh, the sense
Remembers the red chaos, the melancholy red,
The sorrow, the madness; no, it will no longer remember.
Winter, winter wind, blow clutter clean.
Winter, winter wind, blow clutter clean.
Begin, begin, begin,
Begin again.