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The fields lay bare under
Kindle-brown timber whose
Skeletal remains shed their
Last crumbled leaves on
Yellow sage -- in the land of
Frost and Poe, now forgotten.
Here, chestnut burrs with sharp,
Bitter Payne, rend further recollection
To ages of reason gone astray -- in
The land where Emily, too, lays forgotten.
Fading are the dusty trails of literary
Tillers who in quick migration embarked
For distant lands --
To leave today's only visitor, the departing
Sun, to beat neglected soil before
Leaving upon the unmarked graves its
Wreath of Datura -- the simple,
Fatal reminder of the decisions of fools.
Kindle-brown timber whose
Skeletal remains shed their
Last crumbled leaves on
Yellow sage -- in the land of
Frost and Poe, now forgotten.
Here, chestnut burrs with sharp,
Bitter Payne, rend further recollection
To ages of reason gone astray -- in
The land where Emily, too, lays forgotten.
Fading are the dusty trails of literary
Tillers who in quick migration embarked
For distant lands --
To leave today's only visitor, the departing
Sun, to beat neglected soil before
Leaving upon the unmarked graves its
Wreath of Datura -- the simple,
Fatal reminder of the decisions of fools.
