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The summer has come,

The summer has gone,

And the maple leaves lift fairy hands

That ripple upon the winds of dawn

Where the dim pagoda stands.

They ripple and beckon yearningly

To their sister fairies over the sea,

But help comes not,

So they fall and flee

From Autumn over the sands.

And down the mountain

And into the tide,

Some are blown where the sampans glide,

And some are strewn by the temple's side,

And some by the torii.

But Autumn ever

Pursues them till,

As ever before,

She has her will,

And leaves them desolate, dead and still,

Ravished afar and wide;

Leaves them desolate; crying shrill,

"No beauty shall abide!"