The Ends to which Some Err

At the last, summer tends

Ah lass a cool wind strolleth

As now fall brewing rends

Amber where green once showeth


Hold tightly and bewail

For delight will soon fade

Drafts waft in and prevail

Impelling us into shade


Alas does the summer ends

When warmths cooly did groweth

And now fall sadly tends

Winds, with which winters snoweth

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