101 V^ightfall Sharp cedars print their patterned lace Upon the flaming red of western sky; Wild-driven clouds with drifting films efface The pale effulgent moon whose argent face Shines...
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October Picture A hoar-frost silvers all the ashy dawn And flattens grass-blades close against the earth. Mists pierced with sunlight veil and pallid lawn; In ghostly travail night to day gives...
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