Gradient skies and rustling reeds
harbor warnings from the northern wind
and the turning of the sphere
of unready change
and a hope only solemn
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Poems and the miscellaneous
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the turning of the winter
Gradient skies and rustling reeds
harbor warnings from the northern wind
and the turning of the sphere
of unready change
and a hope only solemn
