Poems (Taylor)/An October Afternoon

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AN OCTOBER AFTERNOON
   Never again
    The world all gold,
    Repured and cold,
And carved like a great brazen incense cup!
    To gods of old
This rare barbaric perfume riseth up
   Never again.

   Never again
    Yon sorceries
    May burn the trees
That on the green horizon dream to death.
    Rich tears like these
Upon your lids: upon my lip such breath
   Never again!

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