There are two Ripenings — one — of sight —
Whose forces Spheric wind
Until the Velvet product
Drop spicy to the ground —
A homelier maturing —
A process in the Bur —
That teeth of Frosts alone disclose...
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There came a Day at Summer's full, |
There came a Wind like a Bugle — |
There comes a warning like a spy |
There comes an hour when begging stops, |
There is a finished feeling |
There is a flower that Bees prefer — |
There is a June when Corn is cut |
There is a Languor of the Life |
There is a morn by men unseen — |