When older eyes scan tall October hills,
Seeking the bright mosaic of yesterday,
And find, instead, the summit hoary white,
Contoured against cloudbanks of sullen gray …
Time becomes one stilled moment, sharply etched
Upon the heart – and winter’s frigid hand
Foretouches life, as first snow early falling
Dims the warm splendor of the autumn land.
(1955)
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