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within my cup
I see the Sun within my cup—
All golden liquid shine.
And how loose webbings envelop
The Autumn’s vespertine
Light, lovelorn alongside sills
Of sorrowed windows, cry’n’
Over the deeper dusking hills;
...
All golden liquid shine.
And how loose webbings envelop
The Autumn’s vespertine
Light, lovelorn alongside sills
Of sorrowed windows, cry’n’
Over the deeper dusking hills;
...
