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Eugene Lee-Hamilton: Lorenzo de’ Medici to his Last Autumn 14/12/2010

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1888 in Imaginary Sonnets

Now falls the autumn in a rain of gold,

And makes a very Danae of earth,

Whose breast, beneath the yellow leaves, gives birth

To scented sighs, as hers ‘neath Jove of old.

And golden vapour fills each mountain fold,

And warmth and ripeness fill the broad land’s girth,

Ere old November cowers by the hearth

To warm his hands that tremble with the cold.

But I, whose autumn cometh premature,

From these Careggi windows mutely gaze

On yonder towered Florence, through the pure

October air, just tinged with golden haze,

And see alone the tomb, where, cold and sure,

Eternal winter waits me some few days.

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