Oh look at the myriad cascade of dying flowers,
Auburn and burning of fervid flames...

Sing along thy blessed rhyme
Words taken by the everlasting scent...

Why twilight is the saddest, I will never know,
Crimson light, weak sun glows...

At dawn I took the train,
The train to the gates of my own path...

Sweet drops of blissful memoirs washed across a...
Eyes no longer serene; beauty had not even an...