Some years close with copious snows
And cheeks of rose and red and green
Others chose when frost first slows
To lead the nose of new-year's spring

Others slip and spin and turn within
When come ag'in I can't recall
O Moons come in and go akin
For twelve and then to drop the ball?

But for solution a contribution
(a revolution!) is quite in order
Renew a motion from summer's ocean
A wave emotion, an august border;

For if the day should begin this way
Let's make a stay for eventide
The year I say her works allay
September day, the news abide!

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