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1. Autumn Day

   – Rainer Maria Rilke

   Lord, it is time. The summer was so great.

   Impose upon the sundials now your shadows

   and round the meadows let the winds rotate.

   Command the last fruits to incarnadine;

   vouchsafe, to urge them on into completeness,

   yet two more south-like days; and that last sweetness,

   inveigle it into the heavy vine.

   He’ll not build now, who has no house awaiting.

   Who’s now alone, for long will so remain:

   sit late, read, write long letters, and again

   return to restlessly perambulating

   the avenues of parks when leaves downrain.

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