Indian Serenade
The day becomes more solemn and serene
When noon is past - there is a harmony
In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,
Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be, as if it had not been!
Percy Bysshe Shelley 1792 - 1822
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