For all this time, the sun relent not, still Galling, burning without care what the times Alluding. ‘Tis west, therefore, upon shrill Abolished heights, those tears in great confines, Afflicted. So, I gazed upon bygones, Consisted of drumming rain, like shy pawns, Stealthily crept and hung on my window, Absolute and resolved to tell of … Continue reading Autumn