Posthumous Poems/Autumn Rondel

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AUTUMN RONDEL

From spring to fall the year makes merryWith days to days that chant and call:With hopes to crown and fears to buryWith crowns of flowers and flowers for pall,With bloom and song and bird and berryThat fill the months with festivalFrom spring to fall.
Who knows if ever skies were drearyWith shower and cloud and waterfall?While yet the world's good heart is cheery,Who knows if rains will ever brawl?The storm thinks long, the winds wax weary,Till winter comes to wind up allFrom spring to fall.
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