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These Are The Earliest Days of Autumn
· This the preamble to the story which will come later ·
| What time I weathered out the coldest Chill The oldest Giant found me on my Hill, A Shaking of the Chain, a bitter Lip He cursed me then – and follows with me still. |
| “I charge you taste again the acid Rain And bleach your Future at your Failure’s Drain” —He said, and drew a colder Breath than these: “Your Love set you aside – but I remain!” |
| A visit then, from a discerning Blight Who bade me lose my Hearing or my Sight; I said, “No View holds Promise now for me, But let me listen in that endless Night.” |