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I wandered in the depth of garden alleys

Went hat in hand to spirit of this place

Among the statues, with their Gothic grace

Among the splash of multi-coloured wearing

The icon lamp of autumn there was lit.

October ascended to its golden throne

And yet the brightness wasn't gone

Carried by winds, so boastful and so swift.

In the array of asters, autumn flowers

A thorn so sharply touched my heart

That dark red rose, that velvet sight

And then my shield and helmet lost their power

This pain I still envision; as if so behoves,

Caused by the rose, which name is love.