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1346 As Summer into Autumn slips And yet we sooner say "The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest We turn the sun away, And almost count it an Affront The presence to concede Of one however lovely, not The one that we have loved— So we evade the charge of Years On one attempting shy The Circumvention of the Shaft Of Life's Declivity. Edited by Peter Carter
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