Hate is upon me.
Oh, the bar over which my soul would see
All that eludes my soul, while he remembers!
You, dispel if you can my avenging passion—
Clouds are before me!
William Ellery Leonard
INDIAN SUMMER
After completing a book for one now dead.
(O Earth-and-Autumn of the Setting Sun,
She is not by, to know my task is done!)