“Tardy,
and somewhat south of east,
The
sun will rise at length, made known
More
by the meagre light increased
Than
by a disk in splendour shown;
“When,
having but to turn my head,
Through
the stripped maple I shall see,
Bleak
and remembered, patched with red,
The
hill all summer hid from me.”—American poet Edna St. Vincent Millay
(1892-1950), “Autumn Daybreak,” in Collected Lyrics (1969)
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