--Louise BoganThe landscape where I lieAgain from boughs sets freeSummer; all night must flyIn wind’s obscurityThe thick, green leaves that madeHeavy the August shade.Soon, in the pictured night,Returns — as in a dreamLeft after sleep’s delight —The shallow autumn stream:Softly awake, its soundPoured on the chilly ground.Soon fly the leaves in throngs;O love, though once I layFar from its sound, to weep,When night divides my sleep,When stars, the autumn stream,Stillness, divide my dream,Night to your voice belongs.
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