Go on, and leave me at the brink of Spring:

In fading daylight’s gentle hum.

When darkness sails off in memories

And all is yet to come.

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Bottle up the damp perfume,

That drips down off the setting sun,

And shrug against the growing chill,

That takes its time to come.

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Think of me, amongst the breeze,

When all is said and done.

Then fill your mind with golden skies,

Before the night time comes.