In the end summer
Holding out as long as it can
Hating goodbyes one morning
Just walks off into the woods
Where its last flames are flowering
Did it over-promise in the sense
That its beauty could save us
Languid lakes and sultry days
When all along it planned
This dramatic conflagration
Did it fail to remember
The gods' shower of stars
Falling at the last minute
Would ripen all its seeds
Tiny but courageous
Full of a further summer
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