And dance with the willow when he sweeps you away?
When Lady Autumn's giant asters have shrunken
To a skeletal army, Where do you go?
And have you seen the world among the lichens?
Of brittle minted towers and curling cradles, silent.
The lambs'-ears grip the dew, as if to give
Their stout woolens a hint of the jewelled
And today I found a cavernous forest
Secreted away under the fleshy tops of fungi ...
But where were you?
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