Zbc fragrant 1Rote Sooft 



Madly I caper, 

 Light as a vapour 

 Gather I here a dark'ning storm 

 And whisk it away again 

 A Smiling. 



Shaking the aspens to waken the mom 



Searing the Zenith to ripen the corn, 



Now when the South Wind is going to sleep 



You shall hear the bees hum 



You shall hear crickets drum 



As the cool sun sinks 

 Into the night. 



THE SONG OF EUROS, THE EAST WIND 



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Autumn 



High in the still, early air hangs the lark. 



A hot day. A hot day. 

 The katydids are clicking, — The bats come 



/\ A hot day. A hot day. 

 All golden brown and ripe 

 f I The smiling harvest sways 

 And bends to Euros' pipe 



And swings to Autumn's lays. 

 A hot day. A hot day. 



=^^^\i 



