I look out on a cold autumnal day,
Where last remaining leaves so desperate cling
To humbled branches that did once display
Their verdant spoils as if some haughty king;
This wealth now gone, spent assets on the ground
Though in their forms vestige worth remains
That they, once living majesty so crowned,
Lay razed by force no right could there contain.
So lies clear proof in rumpled rust stained ruin
That every living sovereign has a span
Where even in proud glory of full bloom
No power known can yet Time countermand;
By love’s great strength I yet here so decree,
That summer ever live in this and thee.

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