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“Falling Asleep”

When the surface of the brook is silent,

it’s sonatas waltzing in the oak leaves,

all warm and gold in their sweet-smelt shades of age;

when the azure bathes in cloud-grey

to crown the red dressed earth,

which summoned down its celebration colours;

then is the wisest of times to stand

on a bridge overlooking the creek

and to hear in the rustle the echoes of thoughts

abandoned in streamside reflection.

When the forest is festive and alone;

when the world is bright and dreary;

when the earth is most beautiful, living nearly dead.


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