NOVEMBER 28th
Lo! I am come to autumn,When all the leaves are gold;Grey hairs and golden leaves cry outThe year and I are old.
In youth I sought the prince of menCaptain in cosmic wars.Our Titan even the weeds would showDefiant, to the stars.
But now a great thing in the streetSeems any human nod,Where shift in strange democracyThe million masks of God.
In youth I sought the golden flowerHidden in wood or wold,But I am come to autumn,When all the leaves are gold.
'The Wild Knight.'
'The Wild Knight.'
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