Autumn Day (����) -Rainer Maria Rilke(�����)

Lord, it is time. The summer was very big.
����Lay thy shadow on the sundials,
����and on the meadows let the winds go loose.
����Command the last fruits that they shall be full;
����give them another two more southerly days,
����urge them on to fulfillment and drive
����the last sweetness into heavy wine.
����Who has no house now, will build him one no more.
����Who is alone now, long will so remain,
����will wake, read, write long letters
����and will in the avenues to and fro
����restlessly wander, when the leaves are blowing.
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