All beneath a wintering sky
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Follow the wastrel butterfly
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With vermilion leaf or bronze
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Tatters of gorgeous gonfalons
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With the winds that always hold
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Echo of clarions lost and old
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We must hasten, hasten on
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Toward the azure world withdrawn.
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We must wander, wander so
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Where the ruining roses go
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Where the poplar's pallid leaves
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Drift among the gathered sheaves.
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In that harvest none shall glean
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Where the twisted willows lean
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In their strange, tormented woe
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Seeing, on the streamlet's flow
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Half their fragile leaves depart
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Where the secret pines at heart
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High, funereal, vespertine
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Guard eternal sorrows green
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We shall follow, we shall find
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Haply, ere the light is blind
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The moulded place where beauty lay
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Moon-beheld until the day.
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In the woven windlestrae
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Or the pool of tourmaline
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Rimmed with golden reeds, that was
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In the dawn a tiring-glass
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For her undelaying mein
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Ever wander, wander so
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Where the ruining roses go
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All beneath a wintering sky
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Follow the wastrel butterfly
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Follow the wastrel butterfly
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All beneath a wintering sky
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Ever wander, wander so
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Where the ruining roses go.
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Quest
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Thalarion |