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| THE ACRID scents of autumn, | |
| Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear | |
| Everything, tear-trembling stars of autumn | |
| And the snore of the night in my ear. | |
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| For suddenly, flush-fallen, | 5 |
| All my life, in a rush | |
| Of shedding away, has left me | |
| Naked, exposed on the bush. | |
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| I, on the bush of the globe, | |
| Like a newly-naked berry, shrink | 10 |
| Disclosed: but I also am prowling | |
| As well in the scents that slink | |
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| Abroad: I in this naked berry | |
| Of flesh that stands dismayed on the bush; | |
| And I in the stealthy, brindled odours | 15 |
| Prowling about the lush | |
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| And acrid night of autumn; | |
| My soul, along with the rout, | |
| Rank and treacherous, prowling, | |
| Disseminated out. | 20 |
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| For the night, with a great breath intaken, | |
| Has taken my spirit outside | |
| Me, till I reel with disseminated consciousness, | |
| Like a man who has died. | |
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| At the same time I stand exposed | 25 |
| Here on the bush of the globe, | |
| A newly-naked berry of flesh | |
| For the stars to probe. | |
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