- •cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs
- •for which is first to wither,to pass? shallowness of sunlight falls,and cruelly, across the grass Comes the moon
- •love,walk the autumn love,for the last flower in the hair withers; thy hair is acold with dreams, love thou art frail
- •walk the longness of autumn smile dustily to the people, for winter who crookedly care.