Oh, I could tell of love soft made
Laid summer nights for winter wine
To toast sweet siren's song replayed,
Such bounty young beseem divine
Faux sage to mourn the bygone times
With tales oft told of feasting hoard
Winéd poets' lay spake lover mime
Enact the plays hot passion scored
Pen'd carnal parts set soft sin blued
Blind dance away the autumn's purge
Worn cinder hearts burn amber hued
'Ore hearth in home of silence merge
Pale whisps of sleep like fallen leaves
Scant winter solstice ne'er will grieve.
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