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If I walk in Autumn's even While the dead leaves pass, If I look on Spring's soft heaven,-- Something is not there which was Winter's wondrous frost and snow, Summer's clouds, where are they now?
Percy Bysshe Shelley
If I walk in Autumn's even While the dead leaves pass, If I look on Spring's soft heaven,-- Something is not there which was Winter's wondrous frost and snow, Summer's clouds, where are they now?
Walking at twilight in autumn, watching dead leaves drift, or looking up into a mild spring sky—either way, the speaker notices a hollowed-out feeling. The present moment is missing something.
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