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AUTUMN AND WINTER 



perfectly behind the silken veil, that lets through only so much 

 of air and light as life demands and keeps out the cold and 

 dust and profanity of other earthborn things. 



* Blow, blow the clarion, sound the fife ! 



To all the sensual world proclaim : 

 One crowded hour of glorious life 

 Is worth an age without a name.' 



The symbol of the emergent chrysalis is enough to excuse 

 the martial quotation. 



