The Golden Bowl
Every autumn we walk down here to the place where can see
that the world glows deeply golden
and the water's blue as blue can be.
and the sun sits on the hillside, glow on glow,
everything is in its place, and the place is one we know.
Every evening come the shadows, and the glow begins to fade,
still we come again the next day
to see what autumn gold has made.
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