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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. — Reply
The Floating Library 
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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